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He likes the colour red
And he makes me cry when I think about him
Cause he has what I'll never have
Cause he is content

He wears a big smile on his face
And he makes me wish I could be something great
But greatness feels so far away
Still he is content

I used to a wear suit of armour
But all it did was make me ache
And now I'm vulnerable and I have had enough
Of being someone I'm not
Being someone I'm not

Now Sundays still feel like a sin
If I stop for too long all the worries rush in
He loves who he loves and I think
That he must be content

Our kiss is a slap to the face
Of my teenage self who's still shying away
But greatness feels closer today
I am nearly content

I used to a wear suit of armour
But all it did was make me ache
And now I'm vulnerable and I have had enough
Of being someone I'm not
Being someone I'm not

So if he likes the colour red
And if he makes me cry when I think about him
Then he has what I will never have
Cause he is content

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