| I wish I was a painter now
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| I’d paint all of this somehow
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| Words just don’t come quick enough
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| To catch that weak winter light
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| Leaking in from above
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| The rain’s gone off for a while
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| Probably coming back in style
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| Short glimpses of near perfection
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| Thanks, but I’ll walk and keep my coat on
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| You can’t know everything
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| You’re such an innocent soul
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| You can’t learn anything
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| Unless you let somebody show you
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| And you’ll not know everything
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| Even if you started right now
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| You must trust someone
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| Cause someday darling trust’s all you know
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| Here comes those sirens again
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| Or is it just my dreams that they’re in?
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| Racing towards and ending
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| When everything seems to be beginning
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| You can’t know everything
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| You’re such an innocent soul
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| You can’t learn anything
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| Unless you let somebody show you
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| And you’ll not know everything
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| Even if you started right now
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| You must trust someone
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| Cause someday darling trust’s all you know |