| I am the red in the rose, the flowers
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| on the blankets on your bedroom floor.
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| And I am the gray in the ghost that hides
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| with your clothes behind your closet door.
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| I am the green in the grass that bends back
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| from underneath your feet.
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| And I am the blue in your back alley view
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| where the horizon and the rooftops meet.
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| If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors
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| of the evening stars.
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| You can go anywhere you wish cause I’ll be there, wherever you are.
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| (wherever you are) 2x
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| (I will always be your keys
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| when we are lost in the technicolor phase)
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| The black in the book
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| the letters on the pages that you memorize.
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| And I am the orange in the overcast
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| of color that you visualize.
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| I am the white in the walls that soak up all the sound when you cannot sleep.
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| And I am the peach in the starfish on the beach
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| that wish the harbor wasn’t quite so deep.
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| If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors
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| of the evening stars. |
| (my darling)
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| You can go anywhere you wish cause I’ll be there, wherever you are. |
| (my darling)
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| (wherever you are) 3x |