| I analyze everything, I know what you mean
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| I answer by questioning all that I need
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| And I want to, to surrender
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| I want you to see all the sides
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| All the faces inside of me
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| I see I’m not perfect, but that’s all I see
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| Lost in a portrait, in a picture of me This can’t be everything I see
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| That my canvas is incomplete
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| Your color’s everything to me And my canvas will set me free
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| My outline is solid and made up of crime
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| And the things that you say just burn in my eyes
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| I want to, to surrender
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| I want you to find some comfort
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| In the spaces between the lines
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| I see I’m not perfect, but that’s all I see
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| Lost in a portrait, in a picture of me This can’t be everything I see
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| That my canvas is incomplete
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| Your color’s everything to me And my canvas will set me free
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| This can’t be everything I see
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| That my canvas is incomplete
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| Your color’s everything to me This can’t be everything I see
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| That my canvas is incomplete
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| You color’s everything to me And my canvas will set me free
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| This can’t be everything I see
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| That my canvas is incomplete
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| Your color’s everything to me You’re everything to me |