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Hey...oooh... |
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Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay |
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Were laid spread out before me as her body once did |
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All five horizons revolved around her soul |
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As the earth to the sun |
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Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn |
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Ooh, and all I taught her was everything |
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Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore |
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And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds |
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Of what was everything? |
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Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... |
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I take a walk outside |
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I'm surrounded by some kids at play |
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I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear |
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Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head |
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I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning |
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How quick the sun can, drop away |
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And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass |
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Of what was everything? |
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All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... |
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All the love gone bad turned my world to black |
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Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all that I'll be...yeah... |
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Uh huh...uh huh...ooh... |
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I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star |
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In somebody else's sky, but why |
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Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine |
