I touched his hand
It burned like coal
I put paid to the devil
And I saw the mountain fall
Fall on
Feel like crying
The joke's gone too far
You can be anything you want
Every colour you are
A family man
His patience tried
Put a torch to his home
and warmed his hands by the fire
No greed, no desire
My road's uncrossed
White lined and tarred
By believing in you
Every colour you are
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