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| I see a red door and I wa | nt it painted black |
| No colours anymore I want them to turn black |
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| I s | ee the g | irls walk b | y dressed i | n their summer cl | othes |
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| I h | ave to t | urn my h | ead unt | il my darkness g | oes |
| I see a line of cars and they 're all painted black |
| With flowers and my love, both never to come back |
| I see people turn their wads and quicidy look away |
| Like a new born baby it just happens every day |
| I look inside myself and see my heart is black |
| I see my red door and I want it painted black |
| Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts |
| It'S not easy facing up when your whole world is black |
| Nomore will my green sea go turn a deeper blue |
| I could not forsee this thing happening to you |
| If I look hard enough into the setting sun |
| My love will laugh with me before the morning comes |