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My life is like a canvas |
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And on most days I do my best |
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To fill it in with my mess |
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Til' Your image can't be seen |
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How I love self-centered sketches |
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Painting my ways to the edges |
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But I think what I like best is |
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How it looks so much like me |
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No more now |
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I'm laying my colors down |
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Til my picture fades away |
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(chorus) |
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I am coming clean |
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I am offering |
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Every space in me for You to fill |
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And I am coming clean |
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I am promising |
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If You'll write on me Your perfect will |
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Then I'll be a blank page |
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maybe my life's like a story |
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That was written for Your glory |
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But I guess I found that boring |
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So I took Your pen in hand |
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And I scribbled You a bit part |
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And I made myself the big star |
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But replacing You proves too hard |
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Guess I don't know how it ends |
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No more now |
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I'm laying my best plans down |
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My story fades away |
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(chorus) |
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Make Your masterpiece |
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Out of each day in me |
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I beg You, beg you |
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Where my plans have laid |
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Come while Your better ways |
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I beg You, beg You |
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Lord I need You |
