She already knew a guy with a heart of gold
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who promised to paint the past pink
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One told her the green
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Against the orange of the candles
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that they burned her another evening
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On the red carpet with the white wine
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They sold her dreams of a life far away from here
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that she will get to know more closely
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the blue of the sea
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and the yellow of the sun
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And she says that with her everything is black and white
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And how everyone is a hypocrite when it comes to love
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She wants the transparent, beating heart in the body
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and hear the silence
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And either I'm naive or I'm color blind
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But when I'm with her it makes me feel good
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Like seeing Paris, a turquoise landscape
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don't want to go
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She tells about the wound, the greed
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And how at the end of the day money is just color too
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Which is similar to gray, it reminds her of the cold
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And again she disappears...
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Her smile has many shades
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And he says everything when he's in her face
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Hours of silence, she doesn't want to see
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that the sky is already blue
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And she says that with her everything is black and white
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And how everyone is a hypocrite when it comes to love
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She wants the transparent, beating heart in the body
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and hear the silence
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And either I'm naive or I'm color blind
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But when I'm with her it makes me feel good
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Like seeing Paris, a turquoise landscape
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don't want to go
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And she says that with her everything is black and white
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And how everyone is a hypocrite when it comes to love
|
She wants the transparent, beating heart in the body
|
and hear the silence
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And either I'm naive or I'm color blind
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But when I'm with her it makes me feel good
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Like seeing Paris, a turquoise landscape
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don't want to go |