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I see a red door |
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And I want it painted black, |
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No colours anymore |
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I want them to turn black. |
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I see the girls walk by |
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Dressed in their summer clothes, |
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I have to turn my head |
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Until the darkness goes. |
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I see a line of cars |
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And they're all painted black, |
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With flowers and my love, |
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Both never to come back. |
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I see people turn their heads |
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And quickly look away, |
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Like a newborn baby |
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It just happens every day. |
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My heart is back, |
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I see my red door |
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And I want it painted black. |
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Maybe then I'll fade away |
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And not have to face the facts, |
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It's not easy facing up |
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When your whole world is black. |
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No more will my green sea |
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Go turn a deeper blue, |
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I could not forsee |
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This thing happening to you. |
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If I look hard enough |
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Into the setting sun, |
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My love will laugh with me |
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Before the morning comes. |
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I see a red door ... |
