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So many choices in my life these days |
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So much confusion, so many shades of gray |
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That sometimes |
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I don't know my left from my right |
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But I've got these old black and whites |
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Well, I'm every color that you can paint |
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A father, a lover, a mother and a sinner and a saint |
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From Sunday morning to |
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Saturday night |
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I've got these old black and whites |
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Under the spotlight or all alone at midnight |
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I know I'm right where |
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I belongIt always unwinds me, it finds me then reminds me |
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That life is as simple as a song |
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Lovers, they come and surely they go |
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They fly you so high, say hello, say goodbye |
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Leave you low but that's all right here |
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In these songs that |
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I write, right here |
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On these old black and whites |
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Under the spotlight or all alone at midnight |
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I know I'm right where |
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I belongIt always unwinds me, it finds me then reminds me |
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That life is as simple as a song |
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So roll over |
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Beethoven 'cause ol' |
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Phil could use a little room |
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I may be out of time an' may be out of tune |
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But you know how it feels to pour out your life |
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Right here on these old black and whites |
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Livin' life in black and white |
