(T. Bachman, S. Solomon, D. Miller)
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On a television screen
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Like a technicolour dream
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I watch the crowd surround you
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And you act so nonchalant
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As you pass the debutantes
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Who know you as they found you
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So what is it like on the inside?
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You live the high life...
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You walk in the room with your
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attitude
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You've got an awful lot to prove
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At the end of the day
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When you walk away
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Are you on the darker side of blue?
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You used to be
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Someone just like me
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Do you wonder what you're missing?
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And when the paparazzi stare
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At your face and clothes and hair
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Do you wonder what they're whispering?
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So what is it like on the inside?
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You live the high life...
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(Chorus)
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So what will you say
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When you've had your day
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And it all fades away?
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(Chorus)
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lf you read the signs, maybe you'll
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find
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You will accept my point of view
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Now how do you feel
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Now that you've seen it?
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Are you on the darker side of blue?
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Darker Side Of Blue
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Tal Bachman |