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I took a breath onto a canvas |
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I could not have cared less |
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About the words spilling out of my mouth in blue and green |
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It was the nicest sound I'd ever seen |
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To come stumbling out of my frozen mouth |
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Sitting in a corner |
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Smoking a half-drug cigarette |
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Sitting in a corner |
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My half-imagined statuette |
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And with my hand upon my heart |
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I'll say that she's perfect |
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And with my hand upon my heart |
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I'll say that she worth it |
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And we all go... |
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Up on the ceiling, I'm going |
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Up on the ceiling, I'm going |
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Up on the ceiling, I'm going |
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Up on the ceiling, I'm going up, up |
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(Oh, (???) coming on the ceiling |
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Oh, (???) it's easier than feeling real) |
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[unfortunately, this is not in the lyrics. Help! -Minstrel] |
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Up on the ceiling, I'm going |
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Up on the ceiling, I'm going |
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Up on the ceiling, I'm going |
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Up on the Sistine Chapel ceiling, I'm up |
