Paint the sky with stars,
to discover who you are.
Nights a friend, no love to send...
so I paint the sky with stars.
What color will you chose?
For each color something new.
Each day the sun washes it away.
Each day I cry, I hate goodbyes.
Each time you leave, it seems I deceive.
Each time you go, my life I throw...
to the wind and in the sky.
Thus I paint, now you know why.
I paint the sky to hide my life.
I paint the sky to hide my soul.
No one I belong to, no man's wife.
I ask, for whom the bell tolls.
I chose to paint the sky with red...what color will you chose?
And what will it stand for?
Red means love, red means anger, red means blood.
What color will you chose?
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