Where you when I said,
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"You remind me of a portrait in a dream"?
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So I'll say, "Cry, but your watercolors fade"
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This ain't science baby, it's called creativity
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If I move my hands right
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(If I move my hands right)
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If I move my hands right
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If I move my hands right will you see yourself disappear?
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(If I move my hands right)
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If I move my hands right
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If I move my hands right
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Don¡¯t wash my filthy hands off
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As your watercolors stain my fingers red and black
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So take my brushes off your portrait of a face
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Cause I will paint your smile into obscurity
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If I move my hands right
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(If I move my hands right)
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If I move my hands right
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If I move my hands right will you see yourself disappear?
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(If I move my hands right)
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If I move my hands right
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If I move my hands right
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Fill lips with black lines
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Darken your smile
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Layer paint upon paint until the words dry dead
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Deep in your mouth, a desert's dry air
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Layer pain upon paint like you were never there
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Will you see yourself disappear?
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Will you see yourself disappear?
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Will you see yourself disappear?
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Exhibit Of The Year
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| Down To Earth Approach |