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Paint again without colors |
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Drawling lines is not enough |
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All your acts aren't drawlings |
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You can't hide them anymore |
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You can laugh, but you can't feign |
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That this line doesn't matter |
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You can try, but you can't get |
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What hands need to create |
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Drawlings vanish, time says |
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You're about to paint your face |
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Now watch your step |
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Or you could strumble |
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Strumble on your fucking dirt |
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You can see, but you can't face |
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What your fear's about to taste |
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You can try, but you can't learn |
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That scorn's what you deserve |
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Whoever you are |
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Whatever you want from me |
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Whatever you say |
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Fuck off and walk |
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Draw yourself you'll see nothing |
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You're just link in a wrong place |
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The wrong words, the wrong faces |
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Twisted lines is all what you paint |
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You can see, but you can't face |
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What your fear's about to taste |
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You can try, but you can't learn |
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That scorn's what you deserve |
