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Pen on paper seems so permanent |
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Every line of every letter that I never sent |
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In the cold light of all the nights we spent |
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Pen on paper seems to fit |
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Face to face it seems so hard to find |
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The hindsight, or the courage not to change your mind |
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And in the afterglow of all we leave behind |
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Pen on paper seems to fit |
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The permanence |
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The permanence |
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The permanence of it |
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The green and the blue |
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Have seen me through |
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These trials, these trials |
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Pen on paper seems so definite |
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Every innocent simplicity is intricate |
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When it's in your hands it's harder to forget yeah |
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Pen on paper seems to fit |
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The permanence of it |
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The green and the blue |
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Have seen me through |
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These trials |
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Green and the blue |
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Have seen me through |
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Yeah..... |
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These trials... |
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These |
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Trials |