| Shine down on my forehead,
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| Enlighten me to the bone.
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| Well, erase the lies that my hands have written
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| This time I find myself alone
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| Well, awake me from my restless sleep
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| Cause the fruit I picked is already gone
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| To the shadowland, where the father’s weep
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| Help me taste the flavors still unknown.
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| Yeah, and it’s still alright alright, to be wrong
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| In this watercolor world
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| In this watercolor world that we’re living in Will you hide from the mirror?
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| When the images are self-designed
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| Can’t you hear the voices changing through the (land?)
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| While there painted in your twisted foolish mind.
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| Well, now you were right in the beginning, but can’t you hear the voices
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| screaming on the wall?
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| Well, the choirs and the church bells ringing; |
| singing you are the fairest of them all.
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| Yeah, and it’s still alright alright, to be wrong
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| In this watercolor world
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| In this watercolor world that we’re living inCHORUS
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| And it’s still alright alright, alright alright to be wrong
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| In this watercolor world we have built
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| Well the time has passed and it’s been so long.
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| I am free from my greed and my guilt.
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| Yeah, and it’s still alright alright, to be wrong
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| In this watercolor world
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| In this watercolor world that we’re living in Now, you cut your feet on that jagged fence.
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| Now let your fathers' talk and tell you where to fall.
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| See it’s when I crack, crack, crack, crack, slam of your innocence
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| Then you won’t be saying things so tall.
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| Yeah, and it’s still alright alright, to be wrong
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| In this watercolor world
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| In this watercolor world that we’re living in |