| Ever spent your whole life waiting for the life that you wanna live
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| Ever spent your whole life waiting for the life that you wanna live
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| Subtleties, summer breeze
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| Red wine, dungarees
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| Clear skies follow me
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| Everything is what it is
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| Hello, oh I feel colourful
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| Hello, oh I feel colourful
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| Hello, oh I feel colourful
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| Hello, oh I feel colourful
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| I feel golden today
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| That Monday blues brother
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| Boy was I blue brother, who
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| Was I fooling? |
| excuses, excuses
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| Changing everyday
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| Ruby, Tuesday
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| I was 14 when I first knew I was black
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| Not by pigmentation but hatred and fear attacks
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| Never learned to love what your page 3 for that
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| Loudest one talking was empty in fact Ergh
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| I remember that day like it was yester
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| Enough to leave a grown man pale like uncle Fester
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| I ain’t had apology yet to cover bruises
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| Tried to complain but the system said it was useless
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| Ever spent your whole life waiting for the life that you wanna live
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| Ever spent your whole life waiting for the life that you wanna live
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| Subtleties, summer breeze
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| Red wine, dungarees
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| Clear skies follow me
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| Everything is what it is
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| Hello, oh I feel colourful
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| Hello, oh I feel colourful
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| Hello, oh I feel colourful
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| Hello, oh I feel colourful
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| All white suit when I die, I’ll put the colour
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| My pen always kept me in line
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| When I was colouring my roots, blossoming to the sky
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| They want a summer fling
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| The colour purple in my sight, I fell in love with it
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| My blood bleed red like a redneck
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| But my teeth? |
| Them are whiter than them face
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| And my skins all dark like I’m Kinte (Kunte Kinte)
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| That means I had to sell green for that rent there
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| This is my palette, this is my talent
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| These watercolours got me feeling like I’m magic
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| This is my palette, this is my talent
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| These watercolours got me feeling like I’m magic |