| You draw me in disguise
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| And paint me paralyzed, it’s true
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| You trace me as you see
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| The darkest color, deepest blue
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| I’m heavy in this chair
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| Sharp corners frame my back
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| While you draw me in disguise
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| And paint me paralyzed, it’s true
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| When they come to find me
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| Then please burn my body
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| When they come to find me
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| Then please burn my body
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| A broad stroke extinguishes this fire
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| Paint me screaming into the sprawl
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| A broad stroke extinguishes this fire
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| Paint me screaming into the sprawl
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| I tried to draw you too
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| But in bad taste and with poor choice
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| And I can’t paint like you do
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| Tragic precision, perfect void
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| I’m sleeping in this chair
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| While you sleep in the hallway
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| You draw me in disguise
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| And paint me paralyzed, it’s true
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| When they come to find me
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| Then please burn my body
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| When they come to find me
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| Then please burn my body
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| A broad stroke extinguishes this fire
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| Paint me screaming into the sprawl
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| A broad stroke extinguishes this fire
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| Paint me screaming into the sprawl |