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Intro = verse chords
I'm in a room full of people all hanging on one person's breath.
We would all vote him most likely to be loved to death,
And I hope he still wants it, but it might remind him of when
He aimed for the bulls eye and hit it nine times out of ten.
Then one time his hand slipped and I saw the dart sail away.
Green is the color that everyone sees all around me
Gray is the color I see around her, but she's just a blur
The more the crowd cheers the less I can hear
And they don't really care what I play
Might be for her, but for now it's between green and gray.