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Denim Blue, if only one thing turns out true,
It's always either that everything's cool
Or that everything's messed up beyond repair,
So where your allegiances lie is where you live or die,
We either dry or close our own eyes,
And Denim Blue, I'm using up my faith on you.

Denim Blue, the house I tried to build for you
Was held in place with tape and glue,
And all you had to do was sigh
For it all in time to fall on us both,
So put on your best coat,
Pick out the shoes that you've always loved the most –
Denim Blue, the world's been out there looking for you.

Sad pretty girls remain in the atmosphere,
They don't come down
And you can't reach their hearts from here,
The best you can do is bless what is true
In the mess that's been made of your love, but it seems
I got a feeling about a feeling I thought you could use,
And still your heartbeat's wearing these holes in my shoes –
I got the rhythm and I’m walking to you,
And I gotta get through, I've gotta get through to you.

Denim Blue, there's nothing here to show
For who we thought we were when this was new –
There's only who we think we are today,
So say what's on your mind, if it's all you leave behind –
The meanings change but the words remain mine,
And Denim Blue, I keep through them the sound of you.

Sad pretty girl, record me a minidisc
Of something that sounds like the end of the worst of this,
The heart leads, the knees go forward,
But my world unfurls like a lead balloon, and I'm scared
I got a feeling about a feeling you're not gonna need,
And still your heartbeat's counting the steps till I'm freed
From the rhythm I been walking to you,
And I gotta get through, I gotta get through to you.

Pull back the covers and show me two lovers
Who only see each other, and I'll show you a way
They can be nothing but dust by the end of the day.
(I've gotta get through to you.)
Cos when we were young, we set out to become
What was over and sung by the time we were grown,
And now the stations are glass where they used to be stone.
(I've gotta get through to you.)
So we believe in nothing more to receive
Than the red in the leaves when the season is through.
I don't wanna provide that colour for you, Denim Blue,
So I've gotta get through to you.



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