(Wilkinson)
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To be running so far away
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To rely on the perfect stranger
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True colours they suffer with age
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One look at the storm and fly straight on in
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To the rain and thunder
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Fool lover swept under the tide
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The storm was gathering around them
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He cast her off and put to sea
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Well, he'd found somebody new to steer him
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Through his dream
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She sailed him all around her coastline
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Every inlet every bay
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And though he knew it then
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He was too afraid to say it
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One day all alone he waited
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The silence crept beneath his door
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And as the room grew dark he knew
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She's come no more
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Drifting in the dead of night
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Show me landfall give me light
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True Colours (The Storm)
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