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Spoken:
It’s your own fault Charity Barnum
If you only asked a few logical questions
Before you married him
You would have put a healthy distance
Between yourself and a fella
Who wants to give the whole words a paint job
Which I’m not so sure it needs
Sung:
The colors of my life
Are softer than a breeze.
The silver gray of eiderdown,
The dappled green of trees.
The amber of a wheat field,
The hazel of a seed,
The crystal of a raindrop,
Are all I'll ever need.
Your reds are much too bold,
In gold I find no worth.
I'll fill my days with sage and brown
The colors of the earth,
And if from by my side
My love should roam,
The colors of my life
Will shine a quiet light
To lead him home.
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