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Gentle Giant |
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Three Friends |
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Peel The Paint |
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Free from the start - |
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Left to depart - |
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Finding the pleaser and the pain in his art. |
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Lost in the hush - |
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No need to rush - |
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Time waits for him, him who creates with the |
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brush. |
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Colour the brush. |
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High in the air - |
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His dreams are there - |
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Searching for answers he will look everywhere. |
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Thinks he has won - |
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A place in the sun |
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Free from the worries and the ways of everyone. |
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Peel the paint |
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Look underneath |
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You'll see the same, the same old savage beast. |
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Strip the coats |
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The coats of time |
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And find mad eyes and see those sharpened |
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teeth. |
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Nothing's been learned - |
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No nothing at all. |
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Don't be fooled, get up before you fall. |
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Carnal grave |
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Crawling smooth |
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Open flesh and you must let him in. |
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Glass reflects |
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What you are |
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It shows the face, the evil face of sin. |
