| (Nameless, faceless
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| I keep them warm at night)
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| My dear, your bedside manner’s gotten worse
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| Since the day when every step you took was the one too far
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| Now up against again your pretty mug
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| I tell your face that (I lied)
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| I can’t hold you up, but I can’t watch you drop
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| Tell your brain that (I lied)
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| All our pretty paintings washed away
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| But when I paint this day I’m gonna bathe you in light
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| Charging up the midway, daring anyone to stare
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| When I paint this day I’m gonna paint you on fire
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| (Nameless, faceless
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| I keep them warm at night)
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| I’m gonna wrap you up in paper and twine
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| And send you back express to the time
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| When your happy ending was only waiting for a sign from you
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| Tell your face that (I lied)
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| I can’t look away, I know I’m not supposed to stare
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| Tell your brain that (I lied)
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| All our pretty paintings washed away
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| But when I paint this day I’m gonna bathe you in light
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| Charging up the midway, daring anyone to stare
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| When I paint this day I’m gonna paint you on fire
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| When I paint this day I’m dressing you in white
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| Riding up the midway and spoiling for a fight
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| Like you do, like you do
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| But when I paint this day I’m gonna bathe you in light
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| Charging up the midway, daring anyone to stare
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| When I paint this day I’m gonna paint you on fire |