Paint it black

I see my red door and I want it painted black
No colours any more I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn the head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

I see my red door and I want it painted black
No colours any more I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn the head until my darkness goes
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha ha, ha.........
I wanna see it painted..................

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• black
• sixties
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• stones