| What’s the point of slumber if I’m constantly awake?
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| Never found the closure to rest my head and stay away
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| What if I wanted to go, bury this just for the show?
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| What if I wanted to know, what it takes to save this?
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| They say to see the world in colour is to truly paint a life
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| Never seem to mark the canvas, I’ve only seen in black and white
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| Maybe I could be like you or float around unseen
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| Never asked to be a burden but you pressed and didn’t leave
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| Although the time is marching on I never seem to learn that hope doesn’t put
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| out the flame it only makes it burn
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| What if I wanted to go, bury this just for the show?
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| What if I wanted to know, what it takes to say this?
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| They say to see the world in colour is to truly paint a life
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| Never seem to mark the canvas, I’ve only seen in black and white
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| I don’t want you to fix me or tell me that I’m dreaming, I just want you to
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| hear me
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| I’m speaking volumes till my lungs give way
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| The message lingers, are you listening?
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| They say to see the world in colour is to truly paint a life
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| Never seem to mark the canvas, I’ve only seen in black and white |