I am the red in the rose,
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the flowers on the blankets on your bedroom floor.
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And I am the gray in the ghost,
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that hides with your clothes behind your closet door.
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I am the green in the grass that bends back
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from underneath your feet.
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And I am the blue in your back alley view,
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where the horizon and the rooftops meet.
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If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors
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of the evening stars.
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You can go anywhere you wish cause I'll be there, wherever you are.
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(wherever you are) 2x
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(I will always be your gaze
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when we are lost in the technicolor phase)
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I am the black in the book,
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the letters on the pages that you memorize.
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And I am the orange in the overcast
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of color that you visualize.
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I am the white in the walls that soak up
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all the sound when you cannot sleep.
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And I am the peach in the starfish on the beach
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that wish the harbor wasn't quite so deep.
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If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors
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of the evening stars. (my darling)
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You can go anywhere you wish cause I'll be there, wherever you are.
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(my darling)
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(wherever you are)
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(wherever you are)
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(wherever you are)
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The Technicolor Phase
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| Owl City |
