| Too many colors
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| Too many colors I can’t blend
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| One million different shades
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| Too many colors
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| Too many paint-by-number minds
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| Too many twisted minds
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| It would be bliss if we were color-free
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| But I’m asking too much
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| So if you hear me cry
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| Just know that I
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| I want to be touched
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| I need to be loved
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| I long to be touched and loved by too too many colors
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| Teena, what would the world be like
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| If everyone saw with their hearts instead of their eyes?
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| Well, I guess it would be like your smile, Maya
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| Innocent and pure
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| And a color that I love
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| I wish every year was the year of the child
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| So do I
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| So do I
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| So do I
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| Oh, so do I |