I see the world in a swirl of hues,
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but my favorite color is shame.
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Tonight the sky is painted...
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Tonight the sky is painted... melancholy
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and the wind sings songs as if it would lament
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some tragedy on the far side of the world.
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We're in the deep pockets of my mind,
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where I lust after blood and pain.
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Tonight the sky is painted...
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Tonight the sky is painted... melancholy
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and the wind sings songs as if it would lament
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some tragedy on the far side of the world.
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I am I and the world is a woman
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from who I must take take take.
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In an act of lust, no, in an act of pride
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And I am damned, but can I be saved?
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but can I be saved?...saved
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Tonight the sky is painted...(echo)
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Tonight the sky is painted...(echo)
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Tonight the sky is painted...(Tonight the sky is)
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Melancholy and the wind sings songs as if it would lament
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some tragedy on the far side of the world.
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And the wind sings songs as if it would lament
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some tragedy on the far side of the world.
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Theater
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| Gatsby's American Dream |
