the coarse and white colored skin
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it blends with the state you're in
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and the wetness of your eyes
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against a sun that clouds blind
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you ain't saying nothing that i don't already know
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when you say love's dimming light won't shine on tomorrow
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chalk white apartment walls
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surfaces my every flaw
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and the naked and still in here
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it brings some real life into clear
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you ain't doing nothing that i don't already know
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when you hide your sorry head in pillows
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you fake a strained, sort of grin
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that matches the shape you're in
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and accept any lies are truth
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after the long year that we've been through
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you ain't doing nothing that i don't already know
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when you say life takes turns like fiery shadows
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Shadows
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| Red House Painters |
