| If I could paint
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| You’d be my masterpiece
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| Colors so bold
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| I’d no longer need to see
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| If I fought wars
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| You’d be a victory
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| A battle so long
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| You’d be the sweetest piece
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| So from the sky I’m coming down
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| Catch me ‘fore I hit the ground
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| Let me crash, slip through your hands
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| Either way, I’ll understand
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| I’ll understand
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| So hush
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| Don’t speak another word
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| Or we might be crushed
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| Under the beauty of this world
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| It’s all too much
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| The promise of what might be
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| But it’s just enough
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| To tear down what’s left of me
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| So from the sky I’m coming down
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| Catch me ‘fore I hit the ground
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| Let me crash, slip through your hands
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| Either way, I’ll understand
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| I’ll understand
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| If I could create just one masterpiece
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| It would never be strong, and bold, and pure, and good as you
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| From the sky I’m coming down
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| Catch me ‘fore I hit the ground
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| Or let me crash, slip through your hands
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| Either way, I’ll understand
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| I’ll understand
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| (I'll understand)
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| (I'll understand)
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| I’ll understand
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| I’ll understand |