| Red is the color I wear when it’s late
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| And my doors knocked on ‘round 8
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| Grey is the color I wear when its cold
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| I don’t mind shaking, it keeps me awake
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| Ahhhh
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| Violet’s the shade that I wear when I run
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| Through misty mountains just chasing the sun
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| Blue is the color and pale is the hue
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| When I start thinking of you
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| You
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| Oh, when I feel like I’m drifting
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| I close my eyes and I’m sitting
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| On that soft sand, slipping right through my hands
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| Any time of the day I start floating away
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| Looking at the sky, there were meteors exploding high, high
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| On that soft sand, slipping right through my hands
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| Remember
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| Green is the color that sprouts up in June
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| Put it in paper and burn away blues
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| Pink is the shade of the heart that I gave
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| You as a Souvenir from our escape
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| Ahhhh
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| Oh when I feel like I’m drifting
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| I close my eyes and I’m sitting
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| On that soft sand, slipping right through my hands
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| Any time of the day I start floating away
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| Looking at the sky, there were meteors exploding high, high
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| On that soft sand, slipping right through my hands
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| Remember
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| I’m leaving Samsara
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| I’m leaving Samsara
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| I’m leaving Samsara |