| Your paint dries, the canvas smiles
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| With two eyes you lift yourself up
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| Stroke your skin, there are teeth marks to be sure
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| Maybe we’re best close to the ground
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| Maybe angels drag us down
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| I wonder which part of this will leave the scar
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| Dip your hands in colours
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| While the young night flutters in on you and
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| Finger paint me pictures of all you see
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| No matter what they say, you’ll always be
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| Faithfully dangerous, lost and lovely
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| So beautiful to me
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| I’m not too blind to see
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| Red is blood. |
| Black is sky
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| White’s the dove that longs to fly
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| You set it free and it beats its wings in me
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| It leaves us at a loss for words
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| Is that me now in your arms?
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| We cradle together and fall down on our knees
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| Let the whole world drift downstream
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| We’ll always be different
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| Swim the silent slipstream inside of me
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| No matter what they say, you’ll always be
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| Faithfully dangerous, lost and lovely
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| So beautiful to me
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| I’m not too blind to see
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| Red is blood. |
| Black is sky
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| White’s the dove that longs to fly
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| You set it free and it beats its wings in me
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| It leaves us at a loss for words
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| Is that me now in your arms?
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| We cradle together and fall down on our knees
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| The heart that beats is yours inside me
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| Red is love. |
| Black is night
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| I’m drunk with angels taking flight
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| The heart that beats is yours inside me
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| The heart that beats is yours inside me
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| The heart that beats is yours |