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Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched of clay
Were laid out me
As her did
All five revolved her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn
(Oh) and all I taught her was everything
(Oh) I know she me all that she wore
And now my bitter chafe the clouds
Of what was everything
(Oh) the have all been washed in black
Tattooed everything
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can their 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 drop away
And now my bitter cradle glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures all in black
everything
All the bad
Turned my world to black
all I see
All I am, all I'll be...
Yeah...
I you'll a beautiful life
I you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be
Why can't it be mine
Untouched of clay
Were laid out me
As her did
All five revolved her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn
(Oh) and all I taught her was everything
(Oh) I know she me all that she wore
And now my bitter chafe the clouds
Of what was everything
(Oh) the have all been washed in black
Tattooed everything
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can their 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 drop away
And now my bitter cradle glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures all in black
everything
All the bad
Turned my world to black
all I see
All I am, all I'll be...
Yeah...
I you'll a beautiful life
I you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be
Why can't it be mine
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