| I never had to be anything
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| until I saw myself in the mirror.
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| At that point, what I saw was lost hope
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| and knew there was time for a change.
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| This world will be forgotten.
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| Just don’t leave it empty now.
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| This world will be forgotten.
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| Just don’t leave it empty now.
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| Sometimes we paint these pictures
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| just to start all over.
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| We realize where these colors take us;
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| they’re bleeding through the canvas
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| to reproduce our image into something more distinctive.
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| Into something more distinctive.
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| These thoughts grow into newfound efforts.
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| And time never seems to be on our side (on our side).
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| Until we hang these art forms on the walls around us
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| and continue to be unsatisfied.
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| And I don’t wanna live like this again.
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| I thought you said it would be so simple.
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| And I can’t continue to live like this.
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| Because my own plans aren’t so wishful.
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| Because my own plans aren’t so wishfuI.
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| Dream and dream but never seem to be on page with my own visions
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| (With my own visions)
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| But I’ll take the path where my Maker leads me
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| and strive to be a tool in His hands. |