| Well, I have a picture in color of you
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| And it’s there in my room to remind me of you
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| So it was with surprise that I saw you today
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| And I did not recognize you, girl, what more can I say?
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| For the colors are gone
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| You’ve become kind of gray
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| And you’re not like the swan
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| That I knew yesterday
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| Now the pictures are wrong
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| You’ve become kind of gray
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| I imagine the swan
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| That you were yesterday
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| The sadness that I felt was hard on my eyes
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| And the truth on my face was hard to disguise
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| So I let you walk by, I turned out of your way
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| And I tried to close my eyes and let the sadness fall away
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| For the colors are gone
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| You’ve become kind of gray
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| And you’re not like the swan
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| That I knew yesterday
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| Now the pictures are wrong
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| You’ve become kind of gray
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| I imagine the swan
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| That you were yesterday |