Painting pictures is what I do
I paint with sound and paint too
And everything i paint I paint it
through and through and true and
I paint for me and I paint for you
I scream red and I cry blue
and I am reaching out for you
And I feel things in every hue
And I scream red and I cry blue
I cry blue
I cry blue
I am yellow and white too
And that gives me a special point of view
But I am much more than my skin
I have colors deep with in
I scream red and I cry blue
and I am reaching out for you
And I feel things in every hue
And I scream red and I cry blue
I cry blue
I cry blue
I cry blue
I cry blue
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