I know that you're an artist,
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you're the hardest one to deal with.
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Everything that you conceal
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is revealed on your canvas.
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You find all of your ugly meanings
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in the things I find beautiful.
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Do you see the fall is coming?
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Come, I'm falling into you.
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You perceive all of these things
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I'd never have known.
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Love, will you turn off the lights?
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'cause we're already home.
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You painted me in pastel,
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colors that don't tell of any boldness.
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That's the way you'd love to see me:
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so delicate, so weak, so little purpose.
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But your eyes are drawn of charcoal
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they're black, they're so cold, they're so imperfect.
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Because they see a sleeping world,
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where waking isn't worth it.
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You perceive all of these things
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I'd never have known.
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Love, will you turn off the lights?
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'cause we're already home.
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how, how, can you live without your lies.
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oh, oh, love I've had enough of you tonight.
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all of these things I'd never have known,oh.
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love will you turn out the lights 'cause we're already home, oh.
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You perceive all of these things
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I'd never have known, oh.
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love will you turn out the lights,'cause we're already home, home.
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The Artist
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| The Hush Sound |
