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Abstract art in a hospital lobby,
blue and green to keep people calm.
But in my heart, the scene is sorry,
blue and green over what I think is going on
Someone else, someone else is going to love you
the way I wish I could love you.
Someone else, someone else will get so close,
just as close as they have to.
And it's all right
it's all right
it's all-
It's not exactly a strange way to be feeling,
blue and green often emerge together.
It's a simple problem but it's so slow in healing,
blue and green until the moment I feel better.
Someone else, someone else is going to love you
the way I wish I could love you.
Someone else, someone else will get so close,
just as close as they have to.
And it's all right
it's all right
it's all-
Abstract art in a hospital lobby,
blue and green to keep people calm.
But in my heart, the scene is sorry,
blue and green over what I think is going on
Someone else, someone else is going to love you
the way I wish I could love you.
Someone else, someone else will get so close,
just as close as they have to.
It's not exactly a strange way to be feeling,
blue and green often emerge together.
It's a simple problem but it's so slow in healing,
blue and green until the moment I feel better.
Someone else, someone else is going to love you
the way I wish I could love you.
Someone else, someone else will get so close,
just as close as they have to.
Someone else, someone else is going to love you
the way I wish I could love you.
Someone else, someone else will get so close,
just as close as they have to.
Someone else, someone else is going to love you
the way I wish I could love you.
Someone else, someone else will get so close-
And it's all right
it's all right
it's all-
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It's wrong to plant silk flowers and expect them to grow,
but they can make the winter nights bright.
Locked inside for what felt like a year
with silk flowers as the only source of light.
Your trip isn't complete until you've visited Rapunzel,
till you've circled every hallway,
till you've left your home for once, oh well.
Your trip isn't complete and maybe never started
unless you go in heavy headed
and come away light hearted.
It's wrong to plant silk flowers and expect them to grow,
but they can make the winter nights bright.
Locked inside for what felt like a year
with silk flowers as the only source of light.
Who was I to say it was an inauspicious moment,
it wasn't up for sale
and nobody could own it.
Who was I to say something real wasn't calling,
on the easy bus ride home
as the frozen rain was falling.
It's wrong to plant silk flowers and expect them to grow,
but they can make the winter nights bright.
Locked inside for what felt like a year
with silk flowers as the only source of light.
It's wrong to plant silk flowers and expect them to grow.
Locked inside for what felt like a year
with silk flowers as the only source of light,
silk flowers as the only source of light.
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In cloudy Glasgow would I still be wasting time?
By the river in Gothenburg would it all fall into line?
But I've always had Boston dreams and now the city is mine.
Just give me a riverbank to lie on.
Just give me a sunny hillside to die upon.
So quiet the rabbits won't run from me on my way to the train.
Too bullheaded stubborn to come in out of the pouring rain.
When the clouds part in Glasgow, would I feel fulfilled?
When I've seen every inch of Gothenburg, would I still have time to kill?
Now Boston is so mundane as I walk the streets on garbage day.
But I won't wait to love these places until I've lost them,
so no I wouldn't trade away the hot garbage of Boston
for whatever your city may have to offer.
Don't even bother.
Don't even bother.
Just give me a riverbank to lie on.
Just give me a sunny hillside to die upon.
So quiet the rabbits won't run from me on my way to the train.
Too bullheaded stubborn to come in out of the pouring rain.
This is my home, this is where I fell.
It's all I dreamed, and it's all just as well.
Stay all night, there's so much to tell.
This is my home, this is where I fell.
Just give me a riverbank to lie on.
Just give me a sunny hillside to die upon.
So quiet the rabbits won't run from me on my way to the train.
Too bullheaded stubborn to come in out of the pouring summer rain.
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