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Colors diluted by the lies |
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And painted thick across the sky |
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Have seen all life whither and die |
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I gaze up at this forgery |
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Up at this dark grim tapestry |
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And mourn the world once promised me |
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Beneath this canvas monochrome |
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Wrapped in the shroud of this grey home |
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I'll paint a picture |
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Nothingness surrounding me |
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As far as any eye can see |
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This doesn't really have to be |
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I, deeply from the colors, drink |
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Feel them warming, filling me |
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The comfort that |
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I need so desperately |
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Beneath this canvas monochrome |
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Wrapped in the shroud of this grey home |
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I'll paint a picture all my own |
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So blind beneath this canopy |
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So still in lifeless scenery |
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So pale within this shadow over me |
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The grey no longer satisfies |
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The colors neutral to these eyes |
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I long again to see the sky |
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I search to find a brighter side |
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With eyes so frail against the light |
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Which seems at times to burn me from inside |
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The grey no longer satisfies |
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The colors neutral to these eyes |
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I long again to see the sky |
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Colors diluted by the lies |
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And painted thick across the sky |
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Have seen all life whither and die |
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I gaze upon this forgery |
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Up at this dark grim tapestry |
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And mourn the world once promised me |
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Beneath this canvas monochrome |
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Wrapped in the shroud of this grey home |
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I'll paint a picture all my own |