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Forgetting The Blue
I GUESS I'LL NEVER KNOW WHERE YOUR HEAD IS AT
I PAINTED YOU IN COLOUR BUT YOU DRESSED IN BLACK
STILL ILLUMINATING GOLDEN YEARS GONE BY
STARING AT A PHOTO OF YOURSELF AND YOU START TO CRY
WHEN THE STREETS DON'T SEEM TO SEE YOUR POINT OF VIEW
WHILE THE PAINTER SLOWLY POINTS HIS BRUSH TO YOU
I'LL BE FORGETTING
I'LL BE FORGETTING
I'LL BE FORGETTING THE BLUE
YOU'RE WELL BEYOND THE SHADOW THAT YOU ONCE WORE
STILL THOSE AILING SPIRITS ARE RAPPING ON YOUR DOOR
FORGET ABOUT THE STONES STANDING ALL IN A LINE
THERE'S NOTHING MORE INSIGNIFICANT THAN TIME
ALTHOUGH THE STONES MAY SLIP AND SLIDE FROM YOU
WHILE YOU SAY YOU WANT YOUR SOLITUDE
I'LL BE FORGETTING
I'LL BE FORGETTING
I'LL BE FORGETTING THE BLUE
I'LL BE FORGETTING
I'LL BE FORGETTING
I'LL BE FORGETTING THE BLUE
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