Purple & Blue
There are no bruises on me,
But I feel purple & blue,
From the pain of loving you.
But I feel purple & blue,
From the pain of loving you.
Every tear I shed reminds me of us,
All the hate and all the love,
Running down the drain.
All the hate and all the love,
Running down the drain.
I don't wanna feel purple & blue.
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