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Under My Umbrella |
When I close my eyes
I can see for miles
There’s comfort in my dark scene
And chaos in the isles
These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are not
The colour that
You arid eyes might be
No, I was not around
When those eyes of yours
Decided so
I refuse to kneel before
The sights you choose to see
When I close my eyes
I remember how I smile
Under my umbrella
I’m an accomplished exile
These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are
Not the colour that
Your arid eyes might be
No, I was not around
When those eyes of yours
Decided so
I refuse to kneel before
The sights you choose to see
If this is right
I’d rather be wrong
If this is sight
I’d rather be blind
These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are
Not the colour that
Your arid eyes might be
No, I was not around
When those eyes of yours
Decided to
I refuse to kneel before
The sights you choose to see
If this is right
I’d rather be wrong
If this is sight
I’d rather be blind
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