I use to see a million colors
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And now the only one I see is used
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And I would sing in rising chambers
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But then I followed jealous words from you
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So now,
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Shivered nights wake sleeping heartaches
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There will be a bruised love
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Little lives need greater mercies
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Let there be a bruise
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Here comes the storming
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And there goes all
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But little fires burn beneath the sea
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When I woke up
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A bird in morning
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I flew above my bed then drowned
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Oh God,
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Who am I
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But a lily in a field
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Across the night
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Stars sing of you
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Bruise
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| Falling Up |
