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Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
spread out before me
As her body once did
All horizons her soul
As the 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 gave me all she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
(Oh) the pictures all been washed in black
Tattooed everything
I a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel laughter
So why do I sear?
(Oh) and twisted thoughts spin
Round my head
I'm spinning
(Oh) I'm spinning
How the sun can drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been in black
everything
All the love bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see
All I am, all I'll be...
Yeah...
I someday you'll a 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 sheets of clay
spread out before me
As her body once did
All horizons her soul
As the 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 gave me all she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
(Oh) the pictures all been washed in black
Tattooed everything
I a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel laughter
So why do I sear?
(Oh) and twisted thoughts spin
Round my head
I'm spinning
(Oh) I'm spinning
How the sun can drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been in black
everything
All the love bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see
All I am, all I'll be...
Yeah...
I someday you'll a 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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