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The colour of love |
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Isn't black or white |
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But it's coloured you judgement, |
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Of what's wrong or right, |
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You took hold of her hand like she was diseased |
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Now you're turning away, |
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There's nothing more you have to say. |
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Do you know what she means to me, |
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know how I care? |
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If you looked in her heart you'd see no colour there |
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Well I don't care, Care what you like if you see there's a |
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Colour of love |
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Beneath her black skin, she runs red with blood |
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and I'd give her my soul, if only I could |
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'Cause loves an emotion that trancends all colour and creed |
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I'm leaving you now, |
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'cause you're blinded by what you can't see |
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First you ask for respect, then you bathe in fear |
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I say nothing is due, nd my concience is clear, |
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and that's sincere, |
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Would you call my name would you say you'd be there? |
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would you turn around just when I needed you (needed you) |
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In your suburbs you burn you're content with your fate, |
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Stuck behind your green hedges and white washed black hate, |
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I'm so sick and so tired of this loveless refrain, |
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Well that's your shame, shame on you |
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If you see there's a colour of love |
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(colour of love) |
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(colour of love) |
