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aint no color paint gonna cover the stains |
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the pictures on the wall will all remain |
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and even though he's home now, sound and safe |
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surrounded by the faces that he places faith |
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the images visit from the past he witnessed |
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cant stay away from the memory, |
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sticks with each detail, embeded in stone |
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like he chisels those convictions into his bones |
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the progress stops and pauses, |
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spits and sputters like the basment faucet |
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and its obvious hes lost in his regrets, |
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you can smell it on his breath |
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aint no color paint gonna cover the stains |
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but now the alcohol is gonna mother the pain |
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tuck it away, no complaints, |
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just layin on his back on his backyard, under the rain |
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take tomorrow, but doesnt know how though |
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for ever swallow, theres another to follow |
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he weaves his way throughout the story |
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looking for a new missing piece or a door key |
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spirits used to be for celebration, |
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but now they just take him away from the hell thats waitin |
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re-up until its three sheets up, |
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and pick a place for the skeletons to meet up |
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aint no color paint gonna cover the stains |
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but if the oxygen escapes, it'll smother the flames |
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no introduction, doesnt speak his own name |
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gonna beat them demons at they own game |
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the sunset rides to the end slopes |
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same song echoing outside of the window |
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you cant grow if the skin dont fit you |
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sometimes you gotta get low just to get through |
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no inspiration left to do your best when |
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no one hates you more than your reflection |
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suffer the shame until it stuffs the drain |
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he's got two hands and a bucket of paint |
