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She kept on talking 'bout the colors of night |
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Though she's long gone I still remember her name |
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She died so young and it didn't seem right |
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She always used to talk about the colors of night |
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She used to jam for hours with her rock and roll band |
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They played a couple gigs at the whiskey I know |
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It never caught on but they sounded real tight |
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And they always played the song about the colors of night |
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Colors of night, what does it mean |
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If all I find is darkness at the end of my dread? |
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Better move fast, watch out below |
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Lookin' for those colors everywhere that I go |
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She was seein' us both and then on the side |
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I jumped out her window one night about dawn |
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Walkin' home with the birds in the first gray light |
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But all I could see were the colors of night |
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Colors of night, what does it mean |
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If all I find is darkness at the end of my dread? |
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Better move fast, watch out below |
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Lookin' for those colors everywhere that I go |
