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You mean a lot to me, you've got a heart of gold Everything falls apart, leaves you in the cold Purpose is scaring me, what if I can't see mine? Love on the filthy streets is so divine You are the colour, my dear You are the colour, my dear You mean a lot to me, you've got a heart of gold Once I have found the words, I'll loosen my hold You are the colour, my dear You are the colour, my dear Fill your life with something else, baby Fill your life with something else, baby Fill your life with something else, baby Fill your life with something else, baby (repeat)
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