| Must be the colors
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| And the kids that keep me alive
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| Cause the music is boring me to death
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| It must just be the colors
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| And the kids that keep me alive
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| Cause I wanna go ride away
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| To a January night
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| Built a shack with an old friend
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| He was someone I could learn from
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| Someone I could become
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| Will you meet me down
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| On a sandy beach?
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| We can roll up our jeans
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| So the tide won’t get us below the knees
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| Yellow hair
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| You are a funny bear
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| Yellow hair
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| You are such a funny bear
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| Slender fingers
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| Would hold me
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| Slender limbs would hold me
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| And you could say my name
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| Like you knew my name
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| I could stay here
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| Become someone different
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| I could stay here
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| Become someone better
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| It’s so hard to go in the city
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| Cause you wanna say hello to everybody
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| It’s so hard to go into the city
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| Cause you wanna say hey I love you to everybody
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| When we were teenagers we wanted to be the sky
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| Now all we wanna do is go to red places
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| And try to stay outta hell
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| It must be the colors
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| And the kids that keep me alive
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| Cause the music is boring me to death
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| It must just be the colors
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| And it must just be the kids
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| That keep me alive, on this January night
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| Yellow hair
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| You are a funny bear
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| Yellow hair
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| You are such a funny bear |