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Whenever I collapse, whenever I fold in your arms, that’s when I know I’m holding you.
Holding you within my grasp.
Whenever I feel trapped, held by the inescapable, I try to put my mind at ease, protect the heart worn on my sleeve.
That’s when I feel brand new.
I’m looking on the brite side.
I’ve got my visuals.
I’m looking on the brite side.
My 20/20’s true.
I’m looking on the brite side.
That’s when I know it’s you.
You.
Whenever I’m in red a guardian angel’s flying round my head.
I feel your touch warm as red’s embarrassment, innocence’ blush.
That’s when I feel brand new.
I’m looking on the brite side.
I’ve got my visuals.
I’m looking on the brite side.
My 20/20’s true.
I’m looking on the brite side.
That’s when I know it’s you.
You.
You.
Whenever I’m in bed I see myself in wide-screen love scenes close-up.
I’m holding you, holding you.
We’re wrapped in blue.
I’m looking on the brite side. |
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