On a table lies the crust of what he
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Had and just leaves behind
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As I put bread down on the list of things
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That I had to buy
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By the store leaves your mountain bike
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You on the floor still looking hard core
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The colour is read under my show
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And the friend is gone who put a hole
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In you
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Insensitivity took a hold of me
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And I felt it colour me blue inside
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And I left taking a part of you
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Like red red paint on the sole
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Of my shoe nothing to do with
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Common sense or
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Chorus:
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Sensitivity. I'm feeling cold
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Like concrete
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Your dignity's reflecting
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In the way I feel it
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Open minded. The thoughts are clear
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From feeling regardless. Heart beats
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With pain
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You were oh so happy just the other day
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Now heartbeats with pain took it all away
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The cradle did rock for you too
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Looking out from the inside
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While life turns to blue
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Watching all the glass faces
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Leave their red red footprints
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On our
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Chorus
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By the store lays your mountain bike
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You on the floor no more hard core
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The colour was red under my shoe
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And the friend has gone
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Who put a whole in you
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Guided by the blue light that
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Takes you away I'm on my way home
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Guided by the blue light
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That takes you away
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I'm on my way home
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Guided by the blue light
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I'm on my way home...
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Red Paint
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Neneh Cherry |