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Here we go in spurts |
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The colors ready to burst |
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And you may notice a shaking in your eye |
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Metaphors the worst |
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Well are you being driven or do you drive? |
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On a trip between two points and your infinity |
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Now, obliterate yourself from the scene |
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But please do not forget |
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Cover me with spots |
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Black and red dots |
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Till I'm clouding up your visual field |
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Bare assed and beautiful |
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You're climbing on your art like a ???? |
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Now I want |
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I say |
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I do |
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Everybody dance now |
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And welcome to art class |
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Forget your acid, free paper and glass |
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Welcome to art class |
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Lead blind |
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Stripped bare of the past |
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Why so serious? |
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Why so serious, when it's only your life that's at stake? |
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Why so serious? |
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When your life is the art that you make |
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Life is the art that you make |
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Sell anything you want |
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But it's worth no more and no less than a kiss |
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Try not to represent even that |
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Cause this moment is all that it is |
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And a garden in glass there is a red plastic tree |
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So shit in a can but your art is not free |
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I say |
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I want |
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I do |
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And everybody dances with me |
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And welcome to art class |
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And yes it does involve shaking your ass |
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Welcome to art class |
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Always keep your face to the blast |
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Why so serious? |
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Why so serious, when it's only your life that's at stake? |
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Why so serious? |
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When your life is the art that you make |
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Life is the art that you make |
