47.Too Many Colors
Too many colors, too many colors I can't blend
One million different shades
Too many colors, too many paint-by-number minds
Too many twisted minds
It would be bliss if we were color-free
But I'm asking too much
So if you hear me cry, just know that I
I want to be touched
I need to be loved
I long to be touched and loved by too too many colors
Teena, what would the world be like if everyone saw with their
hearts
Instead of their eyes
Well... I guess it would be like your smile Maya, innocent and
pure
And a color that I love
I wish every year was the year of the child
So do I, so do I, so do I, oh so do I...
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