Man in black (ver. 2)

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Well, you wonder why I always dress in black.  
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Why you never see bright colors on my back, and  
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Why does my appearance, seem to have a sombre tone,  
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Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.  
  
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I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,  
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Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town.  
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I wear it for the prisoner, who has long paid for his crime.  
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But is there because he's a victim of the times.  
  
  
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I wear the black for those, who've never read,  
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Or listened to the words, that Jesus said,  
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About the road to happiness, through love and charity,  
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Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.  
  
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Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,  
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In our streak-of-lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,  
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But just so we're reminded, of, the ones who are held back,  
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Up front there oughta be a man in black.  
  
  
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I wear it for the sick and lonely old,  
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For the reckless ones, whose bad trip left them cold,  
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I wear the black in mournin', for the lives that could have been,  
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Each week we lose a hundred fine young men. and  
  
  
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I wear it for the thousands who have died,  
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Believin' that the Lord was on their side,  
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I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,  
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Believin' that we all were on their side.  
  
  
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Well, there's things that never will be right, I know 
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and things need changin' everywhere you go, 
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But 'til we start to make a move, to make a few things right,  
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You'll never see me wear a suit of white.  
  
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Aw! I'd love to wear a rainbow every day, and  
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Tell the world that ev'rything's OK 
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But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,  
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'Til things are brighter, I'm the man in black.