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Bobby's in the basement making his movie, |
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He paints a little picture but not to be cheesy. |
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He wants this little girl to believe in him easy, |
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Bristles to the canvas imagining he feels high. |
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Inspiration of my heart search for light out of the dark. |
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All the pictures in my heart lie awake there in my fog. |
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This oasis in my arms I approach it with disarm. |
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Though it might do me some harm stop to catch me if I fall. |
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Bobby's in the basement making his music, |
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He never won't stop though not to abuse it. |
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If there's some other way that they only would use it, |
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He lives another day but they always refuse it. |
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Lacerations of my heart. |
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Dropped down in pieces in the dark. |
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Mixed the words up on this page. |
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Makes the purple turn to beige. |
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Inspiration of my heart search for light out of the dark. |
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All the pictures in my heart lie awake there in my fog. |
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This oasis in my arms I approach it with disarm. |
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Though it might do me some harm stop to catch me if I fall. |
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It's just like Bob Dylan says... |
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Stop depression of my own walk the only road I know. |
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If I am only dreamin' then I am not that far from it. |
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So the strength that grows from seeds worship creativity. |
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If I am only dreamin' then me an' Bob are not that far today. |
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So long as I'm young. |
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Bobby's in the basement making his music. |
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I search the beaches walk the sand. |
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I cut my feet on broken glass. |
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Strap the sandals on my feet. |
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I'm running down but I still hit the street. |
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Inspiration of my heart search for light out of the dark. |
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All the pictures in my heart lie awake there in my fog. |
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This oasis in my arms I approach it with disarm. |
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Though it might do me some harm stop to catch me if I fall. |
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It's just like Bob Dylan says... |
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Stop depression of my own walk the only road I know. |
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If I am only dreamin' then I am not that far from it. |
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So the strength that grows from seeds worship creativity. |
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If I am only dreamin' then me an' Bob are not that far today. |
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So long as I'm young. |
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Bobby's in the basement making his movie, |
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He paints a little picture but not to be cheesy. |
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He wants this little girl to believe in him easy, |
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Bristles to the canvas imagining he feels high. |
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High. |
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Inspiration of my heart. |
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Desperation of my heart. |
