I hit the town on March 17
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And seen Paddy's Day but I ain't wearing green
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Love is dead and it ain't coming back
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Tonight I'm wearing black.
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I'm hanging close to all of my friends
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I tell them I'm happy, my heart's on the mend
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I'm moving on and I ain't looking back
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Tonight I'm wearing black
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Whoa let's raise the glass
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And toast one to Johnny Cash
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Whoa, choose to forget her
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And everything's better in black.
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I'm hiding now in the darkest of pubs
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Surviving on shadows and cold icy mugs
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So come on bartender don't hold nothing back
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Tonight I'm wearing black.
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Whoa let's raise the glass
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And toast one to Johnny Cash
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Whoa, choose to forget her
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And everything's better in black.
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She comes here lookin', well that's just too bad
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I'll still be hiding, I'm way in the back
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At a dark cornered table, but she won't know that
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'cause tonight I'm wearing black.
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Whoa let's raise the glass
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And toast one to Johnny Cash
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Whoa, choose to forget her
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And everything's better in black.
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Oh, everything's better and black.
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Tonight I'm wearing black.
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I'm Wearing Black
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| Granger Smith |
