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Colours of a mighty spring
And raindrops on a tin roof won't fix it
Playing in the dead of night
And sleeping through the morning light won't cure

We all need a place to hang our head
When all our weary dreams are left for dead
With open arms to hold when all is said and done
We all, we all just want to fit somewhere

Keeping all the hurt inside
Or writing up a post online won't stop it
Crying for the thousandth time
And making scenes up in your mind won't end it

Chorus

Holding all the cards in close
If you never let them see they won't let's face it
Let all of the walls come down
And find some time to drop around and don't waste it

Chorus

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