The rage of red caused my green to go
pale white in the face in shock I glowed
mid in the night I quietly yell-owed
for a taxi who smiled hello
blues in back as I rode along
'back to black' amy knows the song
lone I dance in gray fit pants
I walked the stairs of checked lands
brown the ground, as I gazed down
no help in sight, pink panic clown!
on train I knew my purple rained
orange my back beat heavy pain
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not a-gain . . . another loss.
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