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The Colour Of Love
The colour of love
Isn't black or white
But it's coloured you judgement,
Of what's wrong or right,
You took hold of her hand like she was diseased
Now you're turning away,
There's nothing more you have to say.
Do you know what she means to me,
know how I care?
If you looked in her heart you'd see no colour there
Well I don't care, Care what you like if you see there's a
Colour of love
Beneath her black skin, she runs red with blood
and I'd give her my soul, if only I could
'Cause loves an emotion that trancends all colour and creed
I'm leaving you now,
'cause you're blinded by what you can't see
First you ask for respect, then you bathe in fear
I say nothing is due, nd my concience is clear,
and that's sincere,
Would you call my name would you say you'd be there?
would you turn around just when I needed you (needed you)
In your suburbs you burn you're content with your fate,
Stuck behind your green hedges and white washed black hate,
I'm so sick and so tired of this loveless refrain,
Well that's your shame, shame on you
If you see there's a colour of love
(colour of love)
(colour of love)
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(colour of love)
(colour of love)
If you see there's a colour of love
Well that's your shame, shame on you
I'm so sick and so tired of this loveless refrain,
Stuck behind your green hedges and white washed black hate,
In your suburbs you burn you're content with your fate,
would you turn around just when I needed you (needed you)
Would you call my name would you say you'd be there?
and that's sincere,
I say nothing is due, nd my concience is clear,
First you ask for respect, then you bathe in fear
'cause you're blinded by what you can't see
I'm leaving you now,
'Cause loves an emotion that trancends all colour and creed
and I'd give her my soul, if only I could
Beneath her black skin, she runs red with blood
Colour of love
Well I don't care, Care what you like if you see there's a
If you looked in her heart you'd see no colour there
know how I care?
Do you know what she means to me,
There's nothing more you have to say.
Now you're turning away,
You took hold of her hand like she was diseased
Of what's wrong or right,
But it's coloured you judgement,
Isn't black or white
The colour of love
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