| We’re like a painting
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| And now it’s raining down
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| Watch the colors run till we’re almost one
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| Watch us fading, in this one street town
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| We’ll sleep where we follow no where at all.
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| Everyone wants something
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| Well I’m wanted by everyone but you.
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| Well I’ve been thinking about the bells with wine
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| Can’t you see how time doesn’t count at all
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| We’ve been sinking', thumbs to the sky
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| Sing this lullaby, if you start to fall.
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| See everyone wants something
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| Well you wanted everyone, but you.
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| And sometimes I need the light
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| To sleep alone on this weary night
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| And you own the sky, you own the sky
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| And everyone wants something
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| Well if we’re wanted, it’s by everyone but you.
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| I watch you sleeping', in your parents bed
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| Near the books you’ve read, underneath the shroud of
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| forgiveness.
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| You look around the crowd, hear the stories loud
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| So stand up now cause,
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| Everyone wants something, and if they’re wanted,
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| It’s by everyone but you. |