| Went out and bought a blank white canvas late last night
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| Just don’t understand all these feelings I can’t name
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| Keeping way down inside me
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| You go through emotions, yet sometimes
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| They should get off your chest
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| So you put all your sadness right onto a pallet
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| And slowly the canvas is dressed
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| Should I paint my heartache?
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| Should I paint me lost and cold, no way to get home?
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| Should I paint my strange desperation or just let it go?
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| Somehow, somewhere, someone will take me, I know
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| Almost a year ago, I broke my own heart
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| Was down on my knees, something out of my reach
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| Was all that I wanted
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| Soon I was pushed and guided on to the dark side of love
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| Then came the storm, I was willingly torn by my very own faults
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| Should I paint my anger?
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| Should I paint my never-ending list of regrets?
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| Should I paint my great expectations or just forget?
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| Somehow, somewhere, someone is gonna love me to death
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| Oh, yes
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| Oh, blank white canvas, wiping you clean
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| Those blurry images from the past won’t be seen, oh
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| From the past, won’t be seen again
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| So I’ll paint my apologies
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| So I’ll paint our past conversation and my gratitude
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| So I’ll paint the way that you saved me
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| You told me, «Somehow, somewhere, someone
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| Somehow, somewhere, someone
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| Somehow, somewhere, someone
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| Some time, some day, some place
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| Some face is waiting for you
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| Think they’ve already found you» |