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It hangs on a wall, museum hall, as it calls to passers by |
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A picture so bright, seen without light, and nobody wonders why |
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A tired old man stares at the wall, said the color's blinding me |
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How can he see anything at all since he's got no eyes to see |
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It's not too faded |
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I still see that color coming through |
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It's not too jaded |
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The more you look the more you see |
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Years ticked away colors turned gray, but the man's still standing there |
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Once asked him why, he said cause i am the last one here who cares |
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Told me the mind will show you more if you only set it free |
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He closed the doors i closed my eyes that's when i began to see |
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It's not too faded |
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I still see that color coming through |
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It's not too jaded |
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The more you look the more you see |
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It's not too faded |
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I still see that color coming through |
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It's not too jaded |
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The more you look the more you see |
