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Aubergine
The Jazz Passengers
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Through my stained glass eye
I spy a peculiar dye
And it's a creeping melancholy overtone
This shade it comforts and casts
As many others have done in the past
But it's a pigment that is all my own
It's a color that's other than the blue
One I usually find I fall into
When I start to feel like this
If a hint of this pain is closing in
On a rosily tinted pupil then
It is pointless to resist
As anniversary tears are crying out
It's sad uneven years
It might as well be aubergine
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She blushed and turned away
As I attempted to say
"Who's given you that little badge of history?"
For she wore an ancient bruise
Like the flame that flickered the fuse
And ever since the memory has haunted me
It's a color that's other than the blue
One I usually find I fall into
When I start to feel like this
If a hint of that pain is closing in
On a rosily tinted pupil then
It is pointless to resist
As anniversary tears are crying out
It's sad uneven years
It might as well be aubergine
ย
Through my stained glass eye
I spy a peculiar dye
And it's a creeping melancholy overtone
For she wore an ancient bruise
Like the flame that flickered the fuse
And ever since the memory has haunted me
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