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My vision's still blurred by the tricks that you turned |
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I danced and fell back |
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I laid open-eyed, drinking heart wine |
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Soaking in all that I lacked |
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A lover accused of standing abuse then |
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Turning and running the track |
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A pawn in the game that muses had made |
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Somehow I always attract |
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Tainted and twisted, my drinks double-fisted |
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Aiming the path at a crash |
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Killing the time painting teeth with red wine |
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Spitting color to your back |
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A Pollock-like painting that don't keep you waiting, |
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The feeling bleeds out of a gash |
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Your cutting won't peel, the washing won't heal |
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The meaning however abstract |
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This is how I changed my mind |
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A quick stroke of black on a flesh-colored canvas |
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Emoting the sympathy left |
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Seven strokes red aiming ends at your head |
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Each for a sacrifice met |
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Dark blue blurs on the ends of your curves |
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The sadness you caused and I kept |
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I tie it all in with a solid gold pen |
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A frame to make sure that it's felt |
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The medium bleeds but at least you can see |
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A mirror can reach to your back |
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It reminds you of me and what I stand to be |
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With obvious subtle attach |
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Lay on your side so it lasts a lifetime |
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Learn from this simple abstract |
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The painter has gone and you stand alone |
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Gone with the tip of my hat |
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This is how I changed my mind |