Amber (OST В пролёте)

Brainstorm, take me away from the norm
I got to tell you something
This phenomenon, I had to put it in a song
And it goes like

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Whoa, amber is the color of your energy
Whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally

You ought to know what brings me here
You glide through my head blind to fear
And I know why

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You live too far away
Your voice rings like a bell anyway
Don't give up your independence
Unless it feels so right
Nothing [bad word] easily
Sometimes you gotta fight

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Launched a thousand ships in my heart
So easy, still it's fine from afar
And you know that
Whoa, brainstorm take me away from the norm
Whoa, I got to tell you something