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Here is a [C]scale, weigh 
it out and you'll find easily
More than [Em]sufficient doubt 
that these colors you see
Were [Am]picked in advance 
by some careful hand
With an [F]absolute 
concept of [G7]beauty

They are[C]smeared and these 
blurs come in random order
To[Em]color the eyes of 
your former lovers
Hers were[Am]green like 
July except when she cried
They were[F] red[G7]

Now I[C]know a disease that 
these doctors can't treat
You[Em]contract it the day 
you accept all you see
Is a[Am]mirror and a mirror 
is all it can be
A r[F]eflection of 
something we're[G7]missing

And[C]language just happened, 
it was never planned
And it's[Em]inadequate to 
describe where I am
In the[Am]room of my house where 
the light has never been
[F]Waiting for this day to [G7]end

And these[F] clocks keep unwinding 
and[G]completely ignore
[Em]Everything that we 
[Am]hate or a[G]dore
Once the[F] page of a calendar 
is[G]turned it's no more
So[Em] tell me then, 
what was it[Am] for?[G]
Oh[F] tell me,[G] 
what was it[C]for?

[C][Em][Am][F][G7]
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