| You come in while I’m sitting at the mirror
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| You wanna say you know that I look nice
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| I sit in desperate silence and I listen
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| And with a cutting eye, you know you’d better look twice
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| 'Cos I’m putting on my war paint
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| I’m on the path again
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| And before you say it looks great
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| You’d better look again
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| Red is for the anger that you put me through
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| And for all those nights I felt alone, will see a shade of blue
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| I’ll add a dash of yellow for the power that you’ve been
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| And the black will be your night ahead
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| And my shadow in your bed
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| I’m putting on my war paint
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| There’s nothing you can say to make it better
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| And there’s no apology to change my mind
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| I guess I could have sent a «Dear John» letter
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| But it’s written on my face, it's war paint time
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| 'Cos I’m putting on my war paint
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| I’m on the path again
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| And before you say it looks great
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| You’d better look again
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| I’m putting on my war paint
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| I’m on the path again
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| I’m putting on my war paint
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| I’m on the path again
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| I’m putting on my (War Paint)
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| Red is for the anger that you put me through |