The red's the blood
The blue's a bruise
The white is the color of the news
The red's the ruse
The blue the suede shoes
The white is the hue
At the center of the fuse
There is a man who all knows
But something in the mud
Hides his mind to our woes
At the center of the glow
Is the man who all sees
But I'm not in the know
When his eyes turn to me
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