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You can say what you want, but I don't think I'll believe it All the limits are gone, and there's no room for deceiving All the lights are left on, and I'm trying to receive you But I'm only beautiful when I'm alone I can walk, I can run with my hair done, undone I can give to the sun, I can give all my love Anonymously out into the ether and never need to have it be reciprocated In funny clothes, in a messy room full of crumbs and big balloons With dirt beneath my fingernails, imaginary colour trails In dreams in which I feel a brand-new feeling and it tells me "Start again, give in to the immensity, to the randomness To the blue, blue, blue, blue, blue To the blue, blue, blue To the blue, blue, blue" In my four walls, in my glass case Where my books and my puppets are safe With, with, weh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh Weh-eh-eh, weh-eh-eh, weh-eh-eh