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I'm painting my sorrow with these dark colors |
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I immortalize my painful ife into this work of art |
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Night after night |
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At the attic in dim candlelight |
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I return to my work |
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These dark lines and visions that hurt |
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And from the canvas I can look into my soul |
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The paint reflects my inner fears and my pain |
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Weak soul in my weaker flesh |
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Alone and so addicted |
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Lost of love made me insane |
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All I have is skill to paint |
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I'm painting my sorrow with these dark colors |
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I immortalize my painful life into this work of art |
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Pain after pain |
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Painted in valued works of art |
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The hate i have for this gift |
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Why can I paint the shape of suffering? |
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My respected art I create from my pain |
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Dark visions from my hollow soul |
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Weak soul in my weaker flesh |
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Alone and so addicted |
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Lost of love made me insane |
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All I have is skill to paint |
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Lost of love made me insane... |
