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Wanna be the black hair,
On the leg of your bride
Wanna be the blue lake,
To your mountainside
Wanna be something you see,
Wanna be something you feel, before I die
Cause there's trouble ahead, trouble aside
Feel like a child too young to cry
Wanna be a black night,
Let your stars run wild
Wanna be a freeway,
Drive your car for lies
Wanna be something you see,
Wanna be something you feel, before I die
There's trouble ahead, trouble aside
Feel like a child too young to cry, just look at me
I wanna be the black dress,
You wear out tonight
I wanna be the blue blood,
That gives you your right
Wanna be something you see,
Wanna be something you feel, before I die
Cause there's trouble ahead, trouble aside
Feel like a child too young to cry, just look at me
Just look at me, Just look at me