| Sunrise, landscape, I portrait it to ya
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| Abstract cubist and specialist view
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| A delicate line, a bolt shone a blind
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| Once the brush hits the canvas there’s no turnin' back
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| I didn’t know when the paint would dry
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| Kept goin' back for another try
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| I start at the bottom, I dig at the top
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| I didn’t know when to stop
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| I didn’t know when to
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| I think I captured you in spite as I was
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| But you couldn’t see it but only because
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| My first attempt, stay with doubt
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| I grab my coat, find the door and make my way out
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| I didn’t know when the paint would dry
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| Kept goin' back for another try
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| I start at the bottom, I dig at the top
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| I didn’t know when to stop
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| I didn’t know when to
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| Well you see a fraud and no one else knows
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| A catwalk phenomenon, the emperor’s clothes
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| Our faithful lightnings but something ain’t right
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| I painted over you and kept me in blue lights
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| I didn’t know when the paint would dry
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| Kept goin' back for another try
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| I start at the bottom, I dig at the top
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| I didn’t know when to stop
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| I start at the bottom, I dig at the top
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| I didn’t know when to stop
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| I didn’t know when to |