| Here we go in spurts
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| The colors ready to burst
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| And you may notice a shaking in your eye
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| Metaphor’s the worst
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| Well are you being driven or do you drive?
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| On a trip between two points and your infinity
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| Now, obliterate yourself from the scene
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| But please do not forget
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| Cover me with spots
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| Black and red dots
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| Till I’m crowding up your visual field
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| Bare assed and beautiful
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| You’re climbing on your art like a shield
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| Now I want
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| I say
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| I do
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| Everybody dance now
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| And welcome to art class
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| Forget your acid-free paper and glass
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| Welcome to art class
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| Lead blind
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| Stripped bare of the past
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| Why so serious?
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| Why so serious, when it’s only your life that’s at stake?
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| Why so serious?
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| When your life is the art that you make
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| Life is the art that you make
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| Sell anything you want
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| But it’s worth no more and no less than a kiss
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| Try not to represent even that
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| Cause this moment is all that it is
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| And a garden in glass there is a red plastic tree
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| So shit in a can but your art is not free
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| I say
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| I want
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| I do
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| And everybody dances with me
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| And welcome to art class
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| And yes it does involve shaking your ass
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| Welcome to art class
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| Always keep your face to the blast
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| Why so serious?
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| Why so serious, when it’s only your life that’s at stake?
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| Why so serious?
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| When your life is the art that you make
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| Life is the art that you make |