I watch the smoke drift, from my cigarette.
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I hear the roaches cross the floor.
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Slam dance around me, in my chair I sit.
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The grey's leakin' through the door.
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There's a shade of grey! I've never seen before...
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My gaze fixed on, the space beneath the door.
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My life flash. before my eyes...
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All this sweat grew from one solitary drop
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Grey's movin' cross the floor.
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We walk alone, no one beside us!
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It's never simple as black or white.
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We should have known, no one would find us!
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That we would all wind up in
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Shades of grey...
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"It seems like everytime I get a chance... is quite naked.
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And as I turn around, as I turn around... and
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inside there's no doubt its gonna happen again"
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Nobody listenin', so I talk to myself.
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Sometimes I pay me no... mind...
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I lost this argument, so very long ago...
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The right words were so hard to find...
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I can't breathe in the grey!
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An' I can't find the key to the door...
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Shades Of Grey
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Overkill |