| There ain’t no color in the sky
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| Anymore
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| And I don’t feel much like singing
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| Can’t see what for
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| There ain’t no comfort in this life, anymore
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| All that I can see that’s ahead of me
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| Looks like such a chore
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| Maybe something will happen
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| To make it all better, better
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| Maybe something will come along
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| And make me happy, happy
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| There ain’t no fun in living
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| Anymore
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| And I don’t feel much like living
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| Can’t see what for
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| There ain’t no life left in me, I feel a bit funny
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| Like a ghost with nowhere to go
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| My hope is gone and left me
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| A desperate man
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| There’s no spunk left in me
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| I feel so hollow in me
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| So empty, so empty, so empty, so empty
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| A big chunk of what I was is gone
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| And left me a desperate man
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| Now I’m a desperate man
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| A lonely, scared, sad, sorry man
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| And I just can’t see no color
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| In the sky, anymore
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| There’s color there I’m sure
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| But it ain’t mine and it’s made me blind
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| A desperate man, desperate
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| I’m a desperate man |