We write for the lonely, for those
who cry the whole night through,
who see only black where others
see purple and orange and blue.
The rainbow drowns in that river
we cried to bring a song to you.
who cry the whole night through,
who see only black where others
see purple and orange and blue.
The rainbow drowns in that river
we cried to bring a song to you.

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