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There's paint on the brush |
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But waiting is all that you know |
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The doors have been locked from the inside |
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There's nothing there |
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The memory you have of your dad |
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Is losing you sleep |
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As well as your lovers |
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And friends and family |
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I don't mind, I don't mind |
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The shape of your insides |
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The shape of your insides |
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The sunlight collides with your walls and begs you to breathe |
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But your mind is in other places till it leaves |
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Lately your thoughts are as focused as they'll ever be |
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But you're thinking of upside down pictures and symmetry |
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I don't mind, I don't mind |
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The shape of your insides |
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The shape of your insides |
