| Well, you wonder why I always dress in black
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| Why you never see bright colors on my back
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| And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone
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| Well, there’s a reason for the things that I have on
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| I wear the black for those who’ve never read
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| Or listened to the words that Jesus said
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| About the road to happiness through love and charity
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| Why, you’d think He’s talking straight to you and me
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| Well, we’re doing mighty fine, I do suppose
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| In our streak of lightning cars and fancy clothes
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| But just so we’re reminded of the ones who are held back
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| Up front there ought to be a man in black
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| And I wear it for the thousands who have died
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| Believing that the Lord was on their side
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| I wear it for another hundred thousands who have died
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| Believing that we all were on their side
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| Well, there’s things that never will be right I know
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| And things need changing everywhere you go
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| But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right
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| You’ll never see me wear a suit of white
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| Ah, I’d love to wear a rainbow every day
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| And tell the world that everything’s okay
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| But I’ll try to carry off a little darkness on my back
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| Until things are brighter, I’m the Man In Black |