| I am a man, man man man
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| Up, up in the air
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| And I run around, round round
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| Round this town town
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| And act like I don’t care
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| So when you see me flying by the planet’s moon
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| You don’t need to explain if everything’s changed
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| Just know I’m just like you
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| So I pull the switch, the switch, the switch inside my head
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| And I see black, black, green, and brown, brown, brown and blue
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| Yellow violets, red
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| And suddenly a light appears inside my brain
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| And I think of my ways, I think of my days
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| And know that I have changed
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| It’s the colors you have
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| No need to be sad
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| It really ain’t that bad
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| It’s the colors you have
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| No need to be sad
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| You’ve still got your hands
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| So mistress, mistress have you been up to the roof?
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| He shot himself, self
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| There’s blood on the wall
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| Cause he couldn’t face the truth
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| Oh, knock that down, leave the ground and find some space
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| And tell your friends, friends
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| You’ll be back again-gain
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| Before it’s too late
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| It’s the colors you have
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| No need to be sad
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| It really ain’t that bad
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| It’s the colors you have
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| No need to be sad
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| It really ain’t that bad
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| So I am a man, man, man, man
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| Up, up in the air
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| And I float around, round round
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| Round this town, town
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| And know I shouldn’t care
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| So when you see us there, there out in the open road
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| You don’t need to explain
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| If everything’s changed
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| Just know that you don’t know
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| We call it life
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| Oh yeah, that’s what we call it
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| We can’t call it at all
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| We call it life
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| Oh yeah, that’s what we call it
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| When you can’t call it at all
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| Yeah, we call it
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| Oh yeah that’s what we call it
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| Ohhh
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| Yeah that’s right, we call it
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| Ohhh
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| We do it for love, sweet love |