| I see your red door, I want it painted black
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| No colors any more, I want them to turn black
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| I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
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| I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
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| I see the line of cars and they’re all painted black
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| With flowers and my love, both never to come back
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| I see people turn their heads and quickly looked away
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| Like a newborn baby it just happens everyday
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| I see your red door, I want it painted black
|
| No colors any more, I want them to turn black
|
| I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
|
| I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
|
| I see the line of cars and they’re all painted black
|
| With flowers and my love, both never to come back
|
| I see people turn their heads and quickly looked away
|
| Like a newborn baby it just happens everyday |