| Paint again without colors
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| Drawing lines is not enough
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| All your acts aren’t drawings
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| You can’t hide them anymore
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| You can laugh, but you can’t feign
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| That this line doesn’t matter
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| You can try, but you can’t get
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| What hands need to create
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| Drawings vanish, time says
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| You’re about to paint your fate
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| Now watch your step or you could stumble
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| Stumble on your fucking dirt
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| You can see, but you can’t face
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| What your fear’s about to taste
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| You can try, but can’t learn
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| That scorn’s what you deserve
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| Whoever you are
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| Whatever you want from me
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| Whatever you say
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| Fuck off and walk
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| Draw yourself you’ll see nothing
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| You’re just ink in a wrong place
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| The wrong words, the wrong faces
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| Twisted lines is all what you paint
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| You can see, but you can’t face
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| What your fear’s about to taste
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| You can try, but you can’t learn
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| That scorn’s what you deserve |