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When the bed's too wide for one he sits on his couch with the TV half alive
And the soft blue light in the soft blue room gets inside him that way too
He's not deaf and dumb, but he's lost his voice and his ears are hollow too
He could fade away to the softest possible blue
There was moonlight on the lips, on the water as she wet them again
And the breeze that shuffles by him gets around him like a prayer
He's not deaf and dumb, but he can't answer the wind or say the prayer
He could fade away to the softest possible blue
Softest possible blue
Softest possible blue
Softest possible blue....
He screws up his face with the effort of forgetting
He questions his faith as the breeze pushes the lie
He's not deaf and dumb, but he's feeling small and his answer's tired
He could fade away to the softest possible blue
Softest possible blue
Softest possible blue
Softest possible blue....
Blue
Blue
Blue
Blue
Blue....
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