Some folks see the world as a stone
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Concrete daubed in dull monotone
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Your heart is the big box of paints
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And others, the canvas we're dealt
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Your heart is the big box of paints
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How coloured the flowers all smelled
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As they huddled there, in petalled prayer
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They told me this, as I knelt there
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Awaken you dreamers
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Adrift in your beds
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Balloons and streamers
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Decorate the inside of your heads
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Please let some out
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Do it today
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But don't let the loveless ones sell you
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A world wrapped in grey
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Some folks pull this life like a weight
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Drab and dragging dreams made of slate
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Your heart is the big box of paints
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And others, the canvas we're dealt
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Your heart is the big box of paints
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Just think how the old masters felt, they call...
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Awaken you dreamers
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Asleep at your desks
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Parrots and lemurs
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Populate your unconscious grotesques
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Please let some out
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Do it today
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Don't let the loveless ones sell you
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A world wrapped in grey
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And in the very least you can
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Stand up naked and
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Grin
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Wrapped In Grey
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| XTC |
