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I am a man, man, man, man
Up, up in the air
And I run around, round, round, round this down town and act like I don't care.
So when you see me flying by the planet's moon,
You don't need to explain if everything's changed
Just know I'm just like you.
Huh.
Ha, (x4)
So I pull the switch, the switch, the switch inside my head.
And I see black, black, green,and brown, brown, brown and blue, yellow, violets, red.
And suddenly a light appears inside my brain
And I think of my ways, I think of my days and know that I have changed.
It's the colours you have
No need to be sad.
It really ain't that bad.
It's the colours you have
No need to be sad.
You've still got your hand

So Mistress, Mistress have you been up to the roof?
He shot himself, self
There's blood on the wall
'Cause he couldn't face the truth.
Oh, knock that down, leave the ground and find some space
And tell your friends, friends,
You'll be back again, gain
Before it's too late.
it's the colours you have
No need to be sad.
It really ain't that bad.
Oooooooooh, it's the colours you have
No need to be sad.
It really ain't that bad
It's the colours you have
No need to be sad.
You've still got your hand
So I am a man, man, man, man
Up, up in the air
And I float around, 'round, 'round this downtown
And know I shouldn't care.
So when you see us there out in the open road
You don't need to explain
If everything's changed
Just know that you don't know.
We call it... Life
Oh yeah, that's what we call it.
We can't call it at all.
We call it... Life
Oh yeah, that's what we call it.
When you can't call it at all.
Yeah, We call it Life
Oh yeah that's what we call it.
Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife
We do it for... sweet love

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From panoramic vistas from the peaks of stately Yorkshire ridges to drug-running ranches in
the deserts of Texas, The Chevin are a band steeped in natural grandeur. They’re a band who
grew up relishing the magnificent swathes of moorland stretching from York to Leeds visible
from atop the hill overlooking their home town of Otley – the geological marvel after which
they’re named – and instinctively destined to recreate the wonder of it in music. “Otley sits in a valley in Wharfdale and the hill on one side of the valley is The Chevin,” singer


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