| A black haired beauty with an overbite
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| And blue underwear in a red velvet chair
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| With white fuzzy slippers
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| A green beaded bracelet with a silver bell
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| And a purple tattoo of an angel and a devil
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| On his shoulder
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| Hazed eyes and a razor wit
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| And his golden voice makes the birds come sit by the window
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| And listen
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| Here it is
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| The greens are greener
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| And the blues are bluer
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| The reds are better
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| And the lights are brighter
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| In his arms
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| He’s got an old brown hat with a little yellow leather
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| And suede jade boots as we walk together
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| Slowly down the road
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| Dark thoughts rise and dark thoughts fall
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| Kickin' and skippin' a chalk rock as we go
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| Here it is
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| The greens are greener
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| And the blues are bluer
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| The reds are better
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| And the lights are brighter
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| In his arms
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| He takes my hand and the neon band
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| Of the sunset cloud above us
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| Starts to shine orange gold
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| Darkness comes and darkness goes
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| We step over gasoline rainbows
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| Here it is
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| The greens are greener (green is my color)
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| And the blues are bluer (blue is my color)
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| The reds are better (red is his)
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| And the lights are brighter
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| In his arms |