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Your paint dries, the canvas smiles |
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With two eyes you lift yourself up |
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Stroke your skin, there are teeth marks to be sure |
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Maybe we're best close to the ground |
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Maybe angels drag us down |
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I wonder which part of this will leave the scar |
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Dip your hands in colors |
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While the young night flutters in on you |
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And finger paint me pictures of all you see |
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No matter what they say |
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You'll always be faithfully dangerous |
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Lost and lovely, so beautiful to me |
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I'm not too blind to see |
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Red is blood, black is sky |
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White's the dove that longs to fly |
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You set it free and it beats its wings in me |
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It leaves us at a loss for words |
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Is that me now in your arms? |
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We cradle together and fall down on our knees |
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Let the whole world drift downstream |
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We'll always be different |
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Swim the silent slipstream inside of me |
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No matter what they say |
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You'll always be faithfully dangerous |
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Lost and lovely, so beautiful to me |
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I'm not too blind to see |
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Red is blood, black is sky |
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White's the dove that longs to fly |
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You set it free and it beats its wings in me |
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It leaves us at a loss for words |
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Is that me now in your arms? |
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We cradle together and fall down on our knees |
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The heart that beats is yours inside me |
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Red is love, black is night |
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I'm drunk with angels taking flight |
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The heart that beats is yours inside me |
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The heart that beats is yours inside me |
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The heart that beats is yours |
