| Imagine your brain as a canister filled with ink,
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| Yeah, now think of your body as the pen where the ink resides.
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| Fuse the two; |
| KAPOW! |
| What are you now?
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| You’re the human magic marker,
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| Won’t you please surprise my eyes?!
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| It’s in your nature, you can paint whatever picture you like.
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| No matter what Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight.
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| So modify this third rock from the sun,
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| By painting myriads of pictures with the colors of one.
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| I’m sick of painting in black and white
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| My pen is dry, now I’m uptight
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| So sick of limiting myself to fit your definition.
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| Picture the scene, where whatever you thought,
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| Would, in the blink of an eye, manifest and become illustrated.
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| You’d be sure man that every line drawn
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| Reflected a life that you loved
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| Not an existence that you hated.
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| So, must we demonstrate that we can’t get it straight?
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| We’ve painted a picture, now we’re drowning in the paint.
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| Let’s figure out what the fuck it’s about,
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| Before the picture we painted chews us up and spits us out.
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| I’m sick of painting in black and white |