| Is that what your mother said
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| Don’t wave your dress through the town, town
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| Cross your legs, paint your lips
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| Tie your tongue to the ground, the ground
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| I’ve got colors in my mind
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| So sick of black and white
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| I just wanna paint the sky
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| I’m not cut for the model life
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| Spill your colors on each other
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| Feel the motion, crash together
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| Spilling colors on each other
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| Feel the motion running through ya'
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| Forget what the others say, one, two, three
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| You keep counting but you won’t find me
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| I’ve got colors in my mind
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| I’m not cut for the model life
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| Spill your colors on each other
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| Feel the motion, crash together
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| Spilling colors on each other
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| Feel the motion running through ya'
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| I’ve got colors in my mind
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| Say it loud, let it out
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| I’ve been waiting all my life
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| To feel like I feel now
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| Doing it my way
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| But you think I’m wasting my time, time
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| You keep on lying
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| But I keep on reading your mind, your mind
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| I keep on changing
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| Looking for something
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| Spill your colors on each other
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| Feel the motion, crash together
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| I’ve got colors in my mind |
| Say it loud, let it out
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| I’ve been waiting all my life
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| To feel like I feel now
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| Doing it my way
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| But you think I’m wasting my time, time
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| You keep on lying
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| But I keep on reading your mind, your mind
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| I’ve got colors in my mind
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| Say it loud, let it out
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| I’ve been waiting all my life
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| To feel like I feel now |