| I was a fussy kid
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| But somehow you don’t remember
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| I hated olive dip and hummus
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| But you pretend that
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| It never happened
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| Avocado or salmon
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| I spat it in the sink
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| There’s a happy hole there in your memory
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| For all the bad I did
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| I was teenage angst
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| But somehow you corrected me
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| All your olive branches sealed in Christmas wrapping
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| Brought to me
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| A purpose — pens and paper
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| Watercolour stationery
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| Somehow you knew that all I needed
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| Was my creativity
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| Well I’m proud of you
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| A mind that warped and grew
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| A view that twists in all the right places
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| Shines a light on all the sad faces
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| My best friends still tell me I’m wasting
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| Every moment apart from you
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| A view that twists in all the right places
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| Shines a light on all the sad faces
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| My artistic idol unwavering
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| I am a millennial
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| And my life is incredible
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| It’s hard as water the worst of times
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| And on this rock the ocean climbs
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| You took me here to paint the world
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| The way you did since you were a girl
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| You showed me how to find the colours
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| Hidden in the sands. |
| It’s not the surface here that matters
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| Well I’m proud of you
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| A mind that warped and grew
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| A view that twists in all the right places
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| Shines a light on all the sad faces
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| My best friends still tell me I’m wasting
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| Every moment apart from you
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| A view that twists in all the right places
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| Shines a light on all the sad faces
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| My artistic idol unwavering |