moving closer to the harbor,
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rusted boats line the frozen dock.
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moving closer to my freedom,
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moving further from your touch.
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moving closer to the city,
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see smoke signals and hear loud drums.
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feel the weight of life inside me,
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clear the dead dreams from my head.
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[chorus:]
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and she said, "oh,
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speak low when you speak love."
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and she said, "oh,
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speak low when you speak love."
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traffic sounds and senseless sirens,
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acts of love and facts of violence.
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screaming voices lost to silence,
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hands stretched up to distant stars.
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[chorus]
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painting paradise.
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painting paradise.
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painting paradise.
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painting, painting paradise.
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show me your hands, (SHOW ME)
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lift up your eyes, (LIFT UP)
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give me the strength
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to see through the lies.
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[chorus]
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oh,
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speak low when you speak love.
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oh,
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speak low when you speak love.
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Painting Paradise
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| No-Man |
