| Come into a dusty room
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| Sitting down with empty papers
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| Wipe your smoke through the hallways
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| Someone whispers in the darkness
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| Might be here, way too long
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| All alone in this new light
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| This isn’t love in wartime
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| Blue, blue, strip you blue
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| Blue, blue, strip you blue
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| This star, like a die is cast
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| Nice talking, under wraps
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| Tracing their every movement
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| Seducing me in wartime
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| Scatter the dusty papers
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| But it’s late, the time clicks over
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| I am, still moving
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| I feel, her voice is nearer
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| With me, I’m part of you
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| Return, to these rooms
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| Come back to, blue heaven
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| Blue, blue, strip you blue
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| Blue, blue, strip you blue
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| Come into dusty rooms
|
| Sit down with empty papers
|
| Wipe the smoke through the hallways
|
| Someone whispers in the darkness
|
| Might be there, way too long
|
| Scatter the dusty papers
|
| Come back to, blue heaven
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| Blue, blue, strip you blue
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| Blue, blue, strip you blue
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| Blue, blue, strip you blue
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| Blue, blue, strip you blue |