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The Company Won't Colour Me by Colour of Fireالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

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I've taken a piece of her, her aorta
I stole her silhouette,
Now I'm meeting my ghost.
I treasure this souvenir,
I made her mine,
I held her darker side.I cast colors and sounds,
I put the vowels inside these nouns

Company don't color me,
Don't call on me,
Don't call on me,
Don't collar me,
Don't color me,
Don't call here.

She's losing her maiden name.
Giving it up, taking a new title,
I'll bet they let it all drop.
I'm starting a new chapter,
Although I read the last page long ago
It's gonna be a long night,
A longer day, if this feeling stays

Company don't color me,
Don't call on me,
Don't call on me,
Don't collar me,
Don't color me,
Don't call here

Feigning lost words,
It's the same mistake I made before

The pages fell out of my book,
The paperback to which I look
For an angle,
For an idea.
The print is spread across my palms
Marking out the syllables
Of the answers,
Of my prospects

The company won't color me,
Won't call on me,
Won't call on me,
Don't collar me,
Don't color me,
Don't call here.

Writer : Richards, Owen Brinley / Jones, Stuart Steven / Lunn, Mathew Laurence / Craigen, Thomas David
Copyright : Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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