It hangs on a wall, museum hall, as it calls to passers by
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A picture so bright, seen without light, and nobody wonders why
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A tired old man stares at the wall, said the color's blinding me
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How can he see anything at all since he's got no eyes to see
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It's not too faded
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I still see that color coming through
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It's not too jaded
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The more you look the more you see
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Years ticked away colors turned gray, but the man's still standing there
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Once asked him why, he said cause I am the last one here who cares
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Told me the mind will show you more if you only set it free
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He closed the doors I closed my eyes that's when I began to see
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It's not too faded
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I still see that color coming through
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It's not too jaded
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The more you look the more you see
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It's not too faded
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I still see that color coming through
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It's not too jaded
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The more you look the more you see
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