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Yellows and greens and reds and blues, orange and lavender.
These are the colors I must choose - they make me think of her.
Violet, periwinkle, tan, chartreuse and clementine.
Every color, every hue, points to when she was mine.
Yellows and greens and reds and blues, orange and lavender.
These are the colors I must choose - they make me think of her.
Violet, periwinkle, tan, chartreuse and clementine.
Every color, every hue, points to when she was mine.
There’s no room for science, girl, when you’re playing the game of love.
Categories don’t exist, none of it fits like a glove.
Maybe your experience wasn’t what you might call a delight
But I’m here to tell you girl, none of it’s black and white.
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There’s no room for science, girl, when you’re playing the game of love.
Categories don’t exist, none of it fits like a glove.
Maybe your experience wasn’t what you might call a delight
But I’m here to tell you girl, none of it’s black and white.
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