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Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
Were out me
As her body did
All five horizons around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I and breathed
Has a turn
(Oh) and all I her was everything
(Oh) I she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter chafe beneath the clouds
Of was everything
(Oh) the pictures have all been washed in black
Tattooed everything
I a outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can their 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 cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black
everything
All the love bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see
All that I am, all I'll be...
Yeah...
I someday you'll have 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
Were out me
As her body did
All five horizons around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I and breathed
Has a turn
(Oh) and all I her was everything
(Oh) I she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter chafe beneath the clouds
Of was everything
(Oh) the pictures have all been washed in black
Tattooed everything
I a outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can their 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 cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black
everything
All the love bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see
All that I am, all I'll be...
Yeah...
I someday you'll have 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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