| My vision’s still blurred by the tricks that you turned
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| I danced and fell back
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| I laid open-eyed, drinking heart wine
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| Soaking in all that I lacked
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| A lover accused of standing abuse then
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| Turning and running the track
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| A pawn in the game that muses had made
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| Somehow I always attract
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| Tainted and twisted, my drinks double-fisted
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| Aiming the path at a crash
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| Killing the time painting teeth with red wine
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| Spitting color to your back
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| A Pollock-like painting that don’t keep you waiting
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| The feeling bleeds out of a gash
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| Your cutting won’t peel, the washing won’t heal
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| The meaning however abstract
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| This is how I changed my mind
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| A quick stroke of black on a flesh-colored canvas
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| Emoting the sympathy left
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| Seven strokes red aiming ends at your head
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| Each for a sacrifice met
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| Dark blue blurs on the ends of your curves
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| The sadness you caused and I kept
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| I tie it all in with a solid gold pen
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| A frame to make sure that it’s felt
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| The medium bleeds but at least you can see
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| A mirror can reach to your back
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| It reminds you of me and what I stand to be
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| With obvious subtle attach
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| Lay on your side so it lasts a lifetime
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| Learn from this simple abstract
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| The painter has gone and you stand alone
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| Gone with the tip of my hat
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| This is how I changed my mind |