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You always say you want to create things like I do
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You want to move the world with colour and sound
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You like the idea of translating an expression from your fingertips
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Now I didn't much like that face that you put on your canvas
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And I couldn't help but say to you I said that I looked sad
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You turned and sincerely asked 'Well why do you feel that way'?
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I'm not like you, but I'm a lot like you
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And still you make me bleed confusion right through
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Now I've seen you lie with your head pressed to the window pane
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You exhale and trace your fathers name in to your breath
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I never knew him but you tell me that you smile the same way
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And I often wonder how men spoke before they could speak
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Using only their hands and their eyes
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What would I say if I could speak with you that way? |
