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Sheets of empty canvas
of clay
Were out before me
As her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the to the sun
Now the air I and breathed
Has taken a turn
(Oh) and all I her was everything
(Oh) I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
(Oh) the pictures have all been washed in black
Tattooed everything
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some at play
I can feel laughter
So why do I sear?
(Oh) and twisted thoughts that spin
Round my head
I'm spinning
(Oh) I'm spinning
How quick the sun can away
And now my bitter hands cradle glass
Of was everything?
All the pictures have all in black
Tattooed everything
All the bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see
All that I am, all I'll be...
Yeah...
I know someday you'll have a life
I know you'll be a star
In else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be
Why can't it be mine
of clay
Were out before me
As her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the to the sun
Now the air I and breathed
Has taken a turn
(Oh) and all I her was everything
(Oh) I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
(Oh) the pictures have all been washed in black
Tattooed everything
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some at play
I can feel laughter
So why do I sear?
(Oh) and twisted thoughts that spin
Round my head
I'm spinning
(Oh) I'm spinning
How quick the sun can away
And now my bitter hands cradle glass
Of was everything?
All the pictures have all in black
Tattooed everything
All the bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see
All that I am, all I'll be...
Yeah...
I know someday you'll have a life
I know you'll be a star
In else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be
Why can't it be mine
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