| I see your red door and I want to paint it black
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| No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
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| I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
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| I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
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| I see a line of cars and they’re all painted black
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| With flowers and my love, both never to come back
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| I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
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| Never see the sight of me that changes every day
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| I want you to paint it, paint it, paint it, paint it black
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| Paint it, paint it, paint it, paint it black
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| I want you to paint it, paint it, paint it, paint it black
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| No more will my dream’s eagle turn a deeper blue (handcuffed, handcuffed)
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| I could not forsee this thing happening to you
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| If I look hard enough into the setting sun
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| My love will laugh with me before the morning comes
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| I look inside myself and see my heart is black
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| I see my red door and it has been painted black
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| Paint it, paint it, paint it black
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| Paint it, paint it, paint it black
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| Paint it, paint it, paint it black
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| Paint it, paint it, paint it black as night, black as tar
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| Wanna see the sun blotted outside
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| Paint it black |