| I’ve had too much wine for agreement
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| I’ll take time to sit on the pavement
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| In this sun-baked agreement
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| And I just saw your paintings
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| I’m not in a state to make statements
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| I’m just in amazement
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| Alright and stuck in the past with no photographs
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| Alright, no don’t turn around. |
| No don’t turn around
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| Lines that bind the colors that I see
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| Calling shapes of rapid topography
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| It’s your sensibility and who’s in your diary
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| Alleys all escape in graffiti. |
| It’s just there to please me
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| Alicia, do you dream in stripes and cadmium lights?
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| Alicia, do you know Elin? |
| You do her head in
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| Alicia, do you dream in stripes and cadmium lights?
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| Alicia, do you know Elin? |
| You’ve done her head in |