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Painting pictures of a thousand different paths |
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We sketch an outline of a love that hopes to last |
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Casting a wand over imaginary hopes |
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And close our eyes so we don't fell the ebb and flow |
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And paintbox you are my only hope of covering the faded past and starting out once more |
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With a fortune in new colours new hopes to inspire |
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I paint the path |
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I want to take and paint a life of fire |
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Marking out our lives full of different plans |
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Excitedly we hold the key to change our hearts and hands |
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We climb the hill to see if green fields lie beyond |
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Only to realise they've faded now and gone |
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And paintbox you are my only hope of covering the faded past and starting out once more |
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With a fortune in new colours new hopes to inspire |
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I paint the path |
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I want to take and paint a life of fire |
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Painting pictures of a thousand different paths |
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We sketch an outline of a love that hopes to last |
|
Casting a wand over imaginary hopes |
|
And close our eyes so we don't fell the ebb and flow |
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And paintbox you are my only hope of covering the faded past and starting out once more |
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With a fortune in new colours new hopes to inspire |
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I paint the path |
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I want to take and paint a life of fire |
