| Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
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| Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
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| All five horizons revolved around her soul
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| As the earth to the sun
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| Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
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| Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
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| Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
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| And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
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| Of what was everything.
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| Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black
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| Tattooed everything...
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| I take a walk outside
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| I'm surrounded by some kids at play
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| I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
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| Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
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| I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
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| How quick the sun can drop away
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| And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
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| Of what was everything?
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| All the pictures have all been washed in black,
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| Tattooed everything...
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| All the love gone bad turned my world to black
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| Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... yeah...
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| I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
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| I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why
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| Why, why can't it be, can't it be mine? |