| A year in the hole had taken its toll
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| When I took a good look at me
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| And what a surprise
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| The scope of my eyes could only see black
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| And I remember someone who was taking them two by two
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| And lately I’d become the one who’d have laughed at you too
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| There was a black flag on my morning
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| There was a black flag on my day
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| There was a black flag on everything around
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| And I was walking backwards again
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| Black flag
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| Black flag
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| I walked in the day my usual way
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| Looking through a 2X4
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| It colored my view, I couldn’t see you
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| Or maybe I just wouldn’t
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| And I remember the time when the sunlight fell on my head
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| And lately I’d become a member of the walking dead
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| There was a black flag on my morning
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| There was a black flag on my day
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| There was a black flag on everything around
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| And I was walking backwards again
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| And I know that I was wrong
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| It was up to me
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| If I wanted to see
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| And I remember the day when I saw the mask on my face
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| And I knew that it was time to put the thing in its place
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| I’d put the black flag on my morning
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| I’d put the black flag on my day
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| I’d put the black flag on everything around
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| And I was walking backwards again
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| Black flag, on my morning
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| Black flag, black flag, on my day
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| I’d put the black flag on everything around
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| And I was walking backwards again
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| Black flag, on my morning
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| Black flag, black flag, on my day
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| I’d put the black flag on everything around
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| And I was walking backwards again
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| It was up to me
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| And I know that I was wrong |