| Red is the colour of blood when I cut myself,
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| And I’m bleeding, but that’s not a bad thing,
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| Red is the colour of poppies and sports cars
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| A strong symbol of liveliness
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| Red is the colour of the heart that I love you with,
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| That I draw for you every time I see you,
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| It’s the colour of stickered up items,
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| You can purchase from most major stores.
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| I look to the king, float him an outline,
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| When I realise,
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| I don’t know what gold is.
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| Blue is the colour of the ink that I’m writing with,
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| Painting pictures of what I’m perceiving,
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| Blue is the colour of the planet we live upon!
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| Even though me, I always thought it was green.
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| Blue is a colour that people sing songs about,
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| Wrote three chords about, when they’re feeling down,
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| Look to the sky, don’t feel blue
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| I’m just happy I’m looking at you.
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| I’m swimming in oceans, I’m scaling the trees,
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| Effortless it seems,
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| I know where home is.
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| No, no, no.
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| There is a colour that I’ve never seen before,
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| My friend’s got it inside his mind.
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| It must be a completely new colour,
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| Cos, there’s not possible way to describe it,
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| Maybe the colour of the spaces between us,
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| Or the colour of brand new ideas,
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| Is the colour that my friend is thinking of,
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| I’ve been seeing this colour for years!
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| I take a deep breath, return to the king,
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| When I realise,
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| I know what gold is!
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| I’m spiralling backwards, through palettes and tones,
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| The Earth carries them,
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| We are home. |