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We can't deny the signs |
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clearly showing the times are changing |
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Floods rise and comets fly |
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Is this the end? Is judgment nigh? |
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Drawing lines and colours true and fair |
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I create a mirrored universe |
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I see the world through different eyes, |
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that's the painter's soul and mind |
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My hands are guided by a force |
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some would call divine |
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A gifted man, but I know |
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there is still so much to learn |
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And in some dreams canvas starts to burn |
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when I touch it |
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I've been to foreign lands |
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in north and south where legends dwell |
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But perfect harmony |
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remains a mystery, hidden well |
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Drawing lines and colours true and fair |
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I create a mirrored universe |
|
I see the world through different eyes, |
|
that's the painter's soul and mind |
|
My hands are guided by a force |
|
some would call divine |
|
A gifted man, but I know |
|
there is still so much to learn |
|
And in some dreams canvas starts to burn |
|
when I touch it |
|
Drawing lines and colours true and fair |
|
I create a mirrored universe |
|
I see the world through different eyes, |
|
that's the painter's soul and mind |
|
My hands are guided by a force |
|
some would call divine |
|
I see the world through different eyes, |
|
that's the painter's soul and mind |
|
My hands are guided by a force |
|
some would call divine |
|
A gifted man, but I know |
|
there is still so much to learn |
|
And in some dreams canvas starts to burn |
|
when I touch it |