Take a look at my clothes, all black
Like Johnny Cash, all black Like
The Rolling Stones wanna paint it black
Like the night that we met, all black
Like the colour of your dress, all black
Like the seats in my Cadillac
I used to see red, now it's just all black As long as
I could remember I dreamed in black and white
As I grew up and the sun went down, I never felt more alright
My mother she use to tell me: Son you better get to church It's a dark, dark world and it's evil out there and you know it's only getting worse!
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