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Let's say the world was a legal pad |
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and everything was two dimensional. |
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But somehow you were the third coordinate |
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and you were towering over our college rule. |
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Would you draw me with your pencils and your pens, |
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make me much prettier than I really am? |
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And could you draw us with some picture perfect friends if I chipped in for the ink? |
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Let's say you spilled all your coffee |
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on us while you weren't looking. |
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And all our world was stained, awake, and drowned. |
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And all your doodling looked pretty foul. |
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Would you draw me air bubbles so I could breathe? |
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Or at least some chlorophyll making trees? |
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If I got erased would you even still love me? |
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Or would you just draw yourself another he? |
