| What will you know when you’re awake?
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| Can you spray paint over mistakes
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| Or will you paint your thoughts a shade of grey?
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| We have sad eyes
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| We have dark hearts
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| We bleed in rainbows, talk in dots
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| We stumble into greatness
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| Or become great escapists
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| Another question sent from me to you
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| Who wants to die for art?
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| Who wants to die for art?
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| It’s a perfect day for us to disappear
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| Who wants to die for art?
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| Who wants to die for art?
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| It’s a perfect day for us to disappear
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| We all are waiting for a sign
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| We spill the ink outside the line
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| Internalize rejection
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| This painting’s called depression
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| We talk to ghosts inside our heads
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| We fight the empty from our beds
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| And then wake to live another day
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| Knowing all we love will go away
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| Far away
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| Who wants to die for art?
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| Who wants to die for art?
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| It’s a perfect day for us to disappear
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| (It's your decision)
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| Who wants to die for art?
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| Who wants to die for art?
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| It’s a perfect day for us to disappear
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| (It's your decision)
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| From here |