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Paint It Gray (to Paint It Black, by the Rolling Stones)

I see a picture and I want to paint it gray
No colors on it, I just want it all turned gray
I see other comics with all their color tones
And I must close my eyes and picture monochrome

I see many drawn lines, and they're all colored gray
With sakura and snow, both likely soon to fade
I see some people mocking, 'fore they're shooed away
But we know that their color pales beside our gray

I look inside myself, and find my heart is gray
I wonder who else is affected in this way
With graphite running through their arteries and through their veins
Long after this comic's done, I'll still have hints of grays . . .

I cannot stand my grays to turn to brighter hues
I hope that such a thing Piro will never do
If I look hard enough at Ping-chan's dual braids
Maybe they'll dance for me amidst the sea of grays . . .

I see a picture and I want it painted gray
No colors anymore, just monochromic gray
I see other comics, with all their color tones
And I must close my eyes and picture monochrome

Hmm, hmm, hmm

So much more can be seen when painted, painted gray
Gray as clouds, gray as smoke
I wanna see the colors washed out from the scene
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted gray
Yeah.

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Paint it Black
The Rolling Stones

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colours anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby it just happens ev'ryday

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and I must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not forsee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colours anymore I want them to turn back
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I wanna see your face painted black, black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun, blotted out from the sky. yeah
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black, yea

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