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ROSE-COLORED STAINED GLASS WINDOWS
CAnother slDeepy Sunday, safe Emwithin the walls COutside a Ddying world in desEmperation calls AmBut no one heaGrs the cries or knDows what they're about Em AmThe doors are Clocked within or is Git from without D
EmLooking through rose colored staGined glass windows D EmNever allowing the worlGd to come in D EmSeeing no evil and feelGing no pain D EmMaking the light as it comesG from within, so dim, sDo dim Em
COut on your doorstDep lay the masses in decay Em CIgnore them long eDnough, maybe, they'll Emgo away AmWhen you have so much yoGu think, you have so much to lDose Em AmYou think you have noC lack when you're really destiGtute D
EmLooking through rose colored staGined glass windows D EmNever allowing the worlGd to come in D EmSeeing no evil and feelGing no pain D EmMaking the light as it comesG from within, so dim, sDo dim Em
EmLooking through rose colored staGined glass windows D EmNever allowing the worlGd to come in D EmSeeing no evil and feelGing no pain D EmMaking the light as it comesG from within, so dim, sDo dim Em