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Imagine your brain as a |
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Canister filled with ink |
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Yeah, now think of your body |
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As the pen where the ink resides |
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Fuse the two; kapow! |
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What are you now? |
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You're the human magic marker, won't you |
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Please surprise my eyes? |
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It's in your nature, |
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You can paint whatever picture |
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You like no matter what |
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Ted koppel says on channel 4 tonight |
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So modify this third rock from the sun |
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By painting myriads of pictures |
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With the colors of one |
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I'm sick of painting in black and white |
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My pen is dry, now i'm uptight |
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So sick of limiting myself |
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To fit your definition |
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Picture the scene, where whatever you thought, |
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Would, in the blink of an eye, |
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Manifest and become illustrated |
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You'd be sure man that every |
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Line drawn reflected a life that you loved |
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Not an existence that you hated |
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So, must we demonstrate that |
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We can't get it straight? |
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We've painted a picture, |
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Now we're drowning in paint |
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Lets figure out what the fuck it's about |
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Before the picture we painted |
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Chews us up and spits us out |
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I'm sick of painting in black and white |
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My pen is dry, now i'm uptight |
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So sick of limiting myself |
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To fit your definition |
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Redefine |
