| Strokes on a canvas
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| Clay on the floor
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| In the hands of an Artist
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| They become something more
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| 'Cause, my life is a series of misses
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| Of constantly kissin' perfection goodbye
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| My life is a work that’s unfinished
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| A heart that keeps quitting
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| A cup that runs dry
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| You, make, a symphony
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| From broken melodies
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| You do it beautifully
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| You, take, the mess of me
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| Make it a masterpiece
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| You make a masterpiece (masterpiece)
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| When the work’s in progress
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| It doesn’t look like much, no
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| I’m in the hands of an Artist
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| I either fight or trust, yeah
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| 'Cause, my life is a series of misses
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| Of constantly kissin' perfection goodbye
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| My life is a work that’s unfinished
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| A heart that keeps quitting
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| A cup that runs dry
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| You, make, a symphony
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| From broken melodies
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| You do it beautifully
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| You, take, the mess of me
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| Make it a masterpiece
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| You make a masterpiece (masterpiece)
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| Yea, yeah, uh
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| People change when the pain of staying the same is greater
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| If I’m created, who am I to question The Creator?
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| I try to figure the reasons for His decisions but end up being frustrated
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| Because infinite intuition is not a part of my psyche
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| I’m well aware I just might be
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| A product of His divinely dream of being so finely tuned
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| To hear the beauty of what He’s doing through me
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| Composing the inner new me
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| A masterpiece I am truly
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| A masterpiece I am truly, yeah
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| You, make, a symphony
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| From broken melodies
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| You do it beautifully
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| You, take, the mess of me
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| Make it a masterpiece
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| You make a masterpiece (masterpiece) |