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Paint me a picture |
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And hang it on the wall |
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Colour it darkly |
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The lines must start to crawl |
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Down, down, down |
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Spin me around and around |
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Draw me away to the night from the day |
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Leave not a trace to be found |
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Down, down |
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Nothing is real |
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But the way that I feel |
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And I feel like going |
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Down, down, down, down |
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Down, down, down, down, down |
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Paint me a picture |
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Of eyes that never see |
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With flashes of lightning |
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That burn for only me |
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Hey, hey, hey |
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There's only the devil to pay |
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I'm ready to go, pull me down from below |
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Give me a place I can lay |
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Hey, hey |
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Nothing is real |
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But the way that I feel |
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I feel like going |
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Down, down, down, down |
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Down, down, down, down |
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Nothing is real |
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But the way that I feel |
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And I feel like going |
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Down, down, down |
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Nothing is real |
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But the way that I feel |
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And I feel like going |
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Down, down, down, down |
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Down, down, down, down |
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Down, down, down, down, down |
