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(Eleanor McEvoy)
The black and white
Is clear to see
It¡¯s shades of grey
Are puzzling me
Shades of feeling like
My body¡¯s buried deep,
Half asleep, half asleep.
It¡¯s a very deep hole,
With very steep sides,
I can¡¯t climb out
I¡¯m trapped inside
It¡¯s a very deep hole,
With very steep sides
I can¡¯t climb out
Lord knows I¡¯ve tried,
But I¡¯m trapped inside
You know I¡¯ve tried,
But I¡¯m trapped inside.
What is it with me,
I make no sense
Why is it
I talk in future tense.
When I¡¯m s¡¯posed to sing
My voice it goes to shout
";Can¡¯t break out, I can¡¯t break out";.
Repeat CHORUS
All my climbing up has me nowhere,
All of this can get too much to bear
All I¡¯m tryin¡¯ to do is mend this beat up heart
That¡¯s a start, that¡¯s a start.
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