Some people suffer living alone
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And feel the emptiness
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of a relationship that turned into dust
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and some wait for all of their lives
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because they're too afraid
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and they let their train go by
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and some will never say no
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living on the frailty
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of never letting go
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always hiding behind a mask
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and though there's finally a pleasence of being always on their own
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while others waltz a perfect heart (?)
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and a home (?)
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It's because you are
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Like a filter to me
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that i'll see the future brighter
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than they'll ever see
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And I know you are
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All the colors I breathe
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You have the pen that's writing down
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the fairy tale that pictures
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you and me
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Some people suffer poverty
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in a love affair
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and others like to live their love
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in the rain
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And some live a million affairs
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believing all the time that no one will feel or care
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Some people wait
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Holding back their faith
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Because their wounds will never heal
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Made by rumors building hate
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Or someone who's in a sin
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Some people find a pleasence of being always on the road
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While others waltz a perfect heart
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and a home
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It's because you are
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Like a filter to me
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that i'll see the future brighter
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than they'll ever see
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And I know you are
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All the colors I breathe
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You have the pen that's writing down
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the fairy tale that pictures
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you and me
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[Instrumental part]
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It's because you are
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Like a filter to me
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that i'll see the future brighter
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than they'll ever see
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And I know you are
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All the colors I breathe
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You have the pen that's writing down
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the fairy tale that pictures
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you and me
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The Filter
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Eiffel 65 |