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• Artiste: The Crying Spell
• Titre: Ultraviolet
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The London sunset's a fading color of tangerine A man in the alley, nursing a bottle of kerosene A cab driver loves Jesus and gives the man a ride for free Two lovers kiss on the lips and the lonely watch, wondering A woman cries and says goodbye at her husband's bedside as he goes into the light Take some time to imagine yourself in somebody else's shoes, Don't close your eyes, and realize the beauty Cause the sun is on the mezzanine, and you can see his fingerprints in Ultraviolet, ultraviolet It's Sunday morning, in the distance church bells sing There's a sparkle in her eyes as she's given a diamond ring Shots are fired to the sky, another man dies across the sea Wife and child left behind, selflessness forgived for you and me Take some time to enjoy the stormy weather, And see the world, see the world through different eyes Don't close your mind, it's never how it seems, The sun is on the mezzanine, and you can see his fingerprints in Ultraviolet, ultraviolet Ultraviolet, ultraviolet It don't take much for life to pass you by, and it don't take much to get in the way of who you are Take some time to imagine yourself in somebody else's shoes, Don't close your eyes and realize the beauty, Cause the sun is on the mezzanine and you can see his fingerprints in Ultraviolet, ultraviolet Ultraviolet, ultraviolet Ultraviolet, ultraviolet