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We're all the same now |
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We're all the same |
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We're all the same now |
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We're all the same |
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In this picture |
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I'm going to try and get an overview |
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In this picture |
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The lines are blurred but my colors are shining through |
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I start with a canvas |
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And think about what |
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I want to achieve |
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From another angle |
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The paintings gonna make a print of me |
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Choose the texture |
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Carot gold, the kind fit for a king |
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But that aint what |
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I'm aboutSo |
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I'll take this earth and |
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I'll mix it in |
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Now my paintings ready to begin |
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But how big should it be |
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Big enough for the mantlepiece of every home |
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Or small enough for my back pocket and me[REPEAT CHORUS] |
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I start with the heart now |
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The rest will develop from its beat |
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As it takes shape |
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The picture no longer resembles me |
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It resembles every living thing |
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I've ever seen or heard |
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From the heart of me to a flying bird |
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So now how big should this picture be |
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Should it fill the world or my back pocket and me |
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In this picture |
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I"m going to try and get an overviewIn this pictureThe lines are blurred but my colors are shining through[REPEAT CHORUS]Everything, everything will be okIt will be okCos now I know how this picture should beit should fill the world, but it also should fill memy backpocket and me.... |
