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None is the color
Blue is the number
Time passes by like a friend
I've seen it all before
I've heard it all before
Wish there was more to come

But I'm slow
slow like a lazy fly
taking off into
into the morning breeze
into the morning sky

I can't go faster I know
There's nowhere to go
There is no reason to run anywhere
We've seen it all before
We've heard it all before
Wish there was more to come

But you're slow
slow like a lazy fly
taking off into
into the morning breeze
into the morning sky