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candle is blue, could see me through
i'm color blind
they tell me it's blue, i'm a believer
that's why i'm blind
live on the freeway, listen to signs
and we drive by feel
be a believer, believe everything
you'll be right half the time
candle is waxing, takes my apartment
bask in its magic
all of the firefighters put out my fires
took all my matches
staying up later, waking up old
and i'm leaving her never
ordering in, all friends and lovers
and we're making our weather with a lone light bulb
i'm tired of fighting, so i'm demolished
that's the way
some make exhaustion their mode of expression
and that's their way
i'm just a question, knowing my answer
hope i'm wrong
i know the answer, it's four in the morning
i'm right again
i'm chinatown
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