I'm searching for a colour
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Don't think it's got a name
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It's something between pink and brown
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Just like when the sun sets
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Sometimes when it rains
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Like it's the first time you see it go down
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Me and my boat
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Have been out for years now
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My collection of china's complete
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Except for that one piece
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I won't be satisfied
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I once held it but it disappeared
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They've stolen my wallet
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Now I'm finally broke
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Now I've finally got nothing to lose
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Your picture was in it
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The one thing that you left
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With that photo I've lost you for good
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I walk down to the port
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Take my motorboat
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And go out and turn the motor off
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And I listen to the waves
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I lay very still
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I try not to think
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Try not to breathe at all
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Memories of a colour
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Stina Nordenstam |