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I see my red door and |
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I want it painted black |
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No colors anymore |
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I want them to turn black |
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I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes |
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I have to turn my head until my darkness goes |
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I see a line of cars and they're all painted black |
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With flowers and my love both never to come back |
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I see people turn their heads and quickly look away |
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Like a new born baby it just happens every day |
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I look inside myself and see my heart is black |
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I see my red door, |
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I must have it painted black |
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Maybe then |
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I'll fade away and not have to face the facts |
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It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black |
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No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue |
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I could not foresee this thing happening to you |
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If I look hard enough into the settin' sun |
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My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes |
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I see a red door and |
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I want it painted black |
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No colors anymore |
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I want them to turn black |
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I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes |
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I have to turn my head until my darkness goes |
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I wanna see your face, painted black |
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Black as night, black as coal |
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I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky |
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I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black |
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Yeah! |
