| Indigo is blue like the you of me or you
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| Ebony is darker than the deepest
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| Emerald like the water we swam in for a while
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| To a man of many colors I give word
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| He’s a charmer, my man of many colors
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| He sings till hours take him well past midnight
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| His indigo in evenin' skies, ebony on moonless night
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| But he’s emerald, come the morning through the window, ooh
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| Indigo is blue like the you of me or you
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| Ebony is darker than the deepest
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| Emerald like the water we swam in for a while
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| To a man of many colors I give word
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| Amidst the gold there is dust in every heart
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| And in the blue there is a web of tangled thoughts
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| Oh, how the crystals mix with shards of broken glass
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| We tried to take the danger from the plight of crimson red
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| But all left stare me blindly through the colors and the fog
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| Indigo is blue like the you of me or you
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| Ebony is darker than the deepest
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| Emerald like the water we swam in for a while
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| To a man of many colors I gave word
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| By the light of a match, I caught the colors in my hand
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| And the sun threw this old stone
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| It is red on jam, amber, blue and violet
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| Like graffiti, scattered leaves dropped the cold mat, ooh
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| Indigo is blue like the you of me or you
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| Ebony is darker than the deepest
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| Emerald like the water we swam in for a while
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| To a man of many colors I gave word
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| To a man of many colors I gave word
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| To a man of many colors I gave word |