| Black are the Gesture of Yours
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| Black is the Way to lead your Life
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| Black are the Dresses You wear
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| Black are the Days beneath Your Sunlight
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| Another Riddle, Another Wall
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| Another Task, Another Call for Love and Help from all
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| Will be Wednesday when You’re leaving, with a lot of Questions
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| If I could only see them, I just see your Reflections
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| There’s a hundered million people the whole wide World is sleeping now
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| Black is the Look in your Eyes
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| Black is the White beneath your Skin
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| Black are the Words that we might say
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| Black is the river that we swimming while grinning
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| Will be Wednesday when You’re leaving with a lot of Questions
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| If I could only see them, I just see your Reflections
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| There’s a hundered million people having their opinion each — and the whole
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| wide World is going to sleep
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| There I stand with my fairy eyes — those empty eyes — indeed
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| Black is the Look in your Eyes
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| Black is the White beneath your Skin
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| So come on, come on and let me know, if there is nothing left to go or hide
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| from what´s outside, if we go or hide from what’s outside
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| Will be Wednesday when You’re leaving with a lot of Questions
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| If I could only see you, just see your Reflection
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| Here I stand with my opinion as empty as a boy can be — and the whole wide
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| World is falling all asleep |