| I don’t understand about complementary colors
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| And what they say
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| Side by side they both get bright together
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| They both get gray
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| But he’s been pretty much yellow
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| And I’ve been kind of blue
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| But all I can see is
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| Red, red, red, red, red
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| Now, what am I gonna do?
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| I don’t understand about diamonds
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| And why men buy them
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| What’s so impressive about a diamond
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| Except the mining?
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| But it’s dangerous work
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| Trying to get to you, too
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| And I think if I didn’t have to kill
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| Kill, kill, kill, kill myself doing it
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| Maybe I wouldn’t think so much of you
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| I’ve been watching all the time
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| And I still can’t find the tack
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| But I wanna know is, is it okay?
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| Is it just fine?
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| Or is it my fault?
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| Is it my lack?
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| I don’t understand about
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| The weather outside
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| Or the harmony in a tune
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| Or why somebody lied
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| But there’s solace a bit in submitting
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| To the fitfully, cryptically true
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| What’s happened, has happened
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| What’s coming is already on its way
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| With a role for me to play
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| And I don’t understand
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| I never understand
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| But I’ll try to understand
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| There’s nothing else I can do |