| Lyric | Band |
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| Back in BLACK, I hit the sack, I've been too long I'm glad to be back | |
| Slipping and a-sliding, all along the waterfall, with you, my BROWN-eyed girl | |
| PURPLE Haze was in my brain, lately things don't seem the same | |
| So goodbye YELLOW brick road, where the dogs of society howl, you can't plant me in your penthouse | |
| RED, RED wine, goes to my head, makes me forget that, still need her so | |
| Goodbye, RUBY Tuesday. Who could hang a name on you? When you change with every new day | |
| I only wanted to one time see you laughing. I only wanted to see you laughing in the PURPLE rain. | |
| It's a nice day to start again, it's a nice day for a WHITE wedding | |
| We all live in YELLOW submarine, YELLOW submarine, YELLOW submarine | |
| And I tread a troubled track, my odds are stacked, I'll go back to BLACK | |
| But, if you're thinkin' about my baby, it doesn't matter if you're BLACK or WHITE | |
| BLACK velvet and that little boy smile. BLACK velvet with that slow southern style. A new religion that'll bring you to your knees. | |
| Give me SILVER, BLUE and GOLD, the color of the sky I'm told, my rainbow is overdue | |
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| BLUE morning, BLUE day, won't you see things my way? BLUE morning, can't you see what your love has done to me? | |
| Mr. Saturday night special, got a barrel that's BLUE and cold. Ain't no good for nothin' | |
| And honey, I say Little RED Corvette, baby, U're much 2 fast | |
| But don't you step on my BLUE suede shoes. You can do anything but lay off of my BLUE suede shoes. | |
| Oh well anyway, sorry that you feel that way. Every SILVER linings got a touch of GREY. I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive. | |
| When logic and proportion, have fallen sloppy dead, and the WHITE Knight is talking backwards, and the RED Queen's 'off with her head!' | |
| Shoefly, dragonfly, get back t'your mother. Pick up a flat rock, skip it across GREEN River. | |
| In the WHITE room with BLACK curtains near the station. BLACKroof country, no GOLD pavements, tired starlings. | |
| And he's bad, bad Leroy BROWN. The baddest man in the whole damn town. | |
| No one knows what it's like to be the bad man. To be the sad man behind BLUE eyes | |
| So I'm gonna let it do all the talking. I came across a place in the middle of nowhere, with a big BLACK horse and a cherry tree. | |
| Old BLACK water, keep on rollin'. Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me. | |
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