| It hits me, hits me, hits me
|
| Hits me, hits me, hits me
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| It hits me, hits me, hits me
|
| It hits me, hits me, hits me
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| Are we waiting for another break?
|
| Or do we leave it in the hands of fate?
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| Trust what we had before
|
| As you walk through an open door
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| I thought that we, we had something
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| Turns out to be, we had nothing
|
| Again and again and again
|
| I wish the tears fall away
|
| And it hits me, hits me, hits me
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| That there is nothing left to say
|
| And the colours, colours, colours
|
| Well, they just fade themselves away
|
| And it hits me, hits me, hits me
|
| That there is nothing left to say
|
| And the colours, colours, colours
|
| Well, they just fade themselves away
|
| Are we waiting for another break?
|
| Or do we leave it in the hands of fate?
|
| Trust what we had before
|
| As you walk through an open door
|
| I thought that we, we had something
|
| Turns out to be, we had nothing
|
| Again and again and again
|
| I wish the tears fall away
|
| And it hits me, hits me, hits me
|
| That there is nothing left to say
|
| And the colours, colours, colours
|
| Well, they just fade themselves away
|
| And it hits me, hits me, hits me
|
| That there is nothing left to say
|
| And the colours, colours, colours
|
| Well, they just fade themselves away
|
| And the colours, colours, colours
|
| Well, they just fade themselves away
|
| Colours, colours, colours
|
| Colours, colours, colours
|
| And it hits me, hits me, hits me
|
| That there is nothing left to say
|
| And the colours, colours, colours
|
| Well, they just fade themselves away
|
| And it hits me, hits me, hits me
|
| That there is nothing left to say
|
| And the colours, colours, colours
|
| Well, they just fade themselves away |