| C#m | Ab7 | | I see a red door and I | want it painted black |
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| C#m | Ab7 | | No colors any more I | want them to turn black |
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| C#m | B | E | C#m | | I | see the | girls walk by dressed | in their summer clothes |
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| C#m | B | E | B | F# | Ab7 | | I | have to | turn my | head until | the darkness | goes |
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| C#m | Ab7 | | I see a line of cars and | they're all painted black |
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| C#m | Ab7 | | With flowers and my love both | never to come back |
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| C#m | B | E | C#m | | I | see people | turn their heads and | quickly look away |
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| C#m | B | E | C6 | F# | Ab7 | | Like a | new born | baby it | just | happens every day | |
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| C#m | Ab7 | | I look inside myself and | see my heart is black |
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| C#m | Ab7 | | I see my red door and I | want it painted black |
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| C#m | B | E | C#m | | Maybe | then I'll | fade away and | not have to face the fact |
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| C#m | B | E | B | F# | Ab7 | | It's not | easy | facing | up when | your whole world is | black |
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| C#m | Ab7 | | No more will my green sea go | turn a deeper blue |
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| C#m | Ab7 | | I could not forsee this thing | happening to you |
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| C#m | B | E | B | C#m | | If | I look | hard | enough | into the setting sun |
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| C#m | B | E | B | F# | Ab7 | | My | love will | laugh with | me be | fore the morning | comes |
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| C#m | Ab7 | | I see a red door and I | want it painted black |
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| C#m | Ab7 | | No colors any more I | want them to turn black |
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| C#m | B | E | C#m | | I | see the | girls walk by dressed | in their summer clothes |
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| C#m | B | E | B | F# | Ab7 | | I | have to | turn my | head until | the darkness | goes |
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| | | Ab7 | C#m | Ab7 | | | | I want to see your | face, painted black, | black as night |
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| | | C#m | Ab7 | | | Don't | wanna see the sun flying | high in the sky |
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| | | C#m | Ab7 | C#m | | | I wanna see it | painted, painted, painted, painted | black | Yeah |
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