I don't understand about complimentary colors
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And what they say
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Side by side they both get bright
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Together they both get gray
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But he's been pretty much yellow
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And I've been kind of blue
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But all I can see is
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Red, red, red, red, red now
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What am I gonna do
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I don't understand about
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Diamonds and why men buy them
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What's so impressive about a diamond
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Except the mining
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But it's dangerous work
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Trying to get to you too
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And I think if I didn't have to
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Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill myself doing it
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Maybe I wouldn't think so much of you
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I've been watching all the time
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And I still can't find the track
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But what I wanna know is it okay
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Is it just fine
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Or is it my fault
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Is it my lack
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I don't understand about
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The weather outside
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Or the harmony in a tune
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Or why somebody lies
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There's solace a bit for submitting
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To the fitfully cryptically true
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What's happened has happened
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What's coming is already on its way
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With a role for me to play
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I don't understand
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I'll never understand
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But I'm trying to understand
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There's nothing else I can do
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Red, Red, Red
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| Fiona Apple |
