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I try to paint pictures drawn from my world |
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A song is my canvas, brush strokes are words |
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But do i portray love, that is just my ideal |
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Like sculptures of stone that can never be real |
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For I am a man with romance in my soul |
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Do I cry for the moon as I reach for my goal |
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Looking for a perfect love |
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Longing for a perfect love |
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Born of such innocence, how little we save |
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Our spirits are tempered from cradle to grave |
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If one drop of virtue can somehow survive |
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From oceans of doubt all our dreams can arise |
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For I am a man with a child in his soul |
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I live on my hopes as I follow that road |
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Looking for the perfect love |
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Longing for the perfect love |
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A thirst for perfection is in every heart |
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Like the painter who won't be content with his art |
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For those who drink deeply, all dreams heavy wine |
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Look for heaven on earth, see a world more divine |
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Looking for a perfect love |
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Longing for a perfect love |
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Looking for a perfect love |
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Longing for a perfect love |
