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All the colors collide
I'm not going to pick a side
We're not all dark , but we're not all light
I've got the idea in sight
I'd like to be proud
But it seems there's a cloud
It drifts through my mind
It plays on rewind
It spins me around
It makes me fall down
But I can't escape this now

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