| You’re peeling the paint from your canvas
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| The face that you made with your brush
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| You kill your creation in anger
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| Cruelty that once was your crush
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| The painting is peeled and your darling dead
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| The secret of love turns its hideous head
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| Written in scars — cuts wide and deep
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| Written in stars — dark light in your sleep
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| Lost count of the wars — you lost count of the score
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| Returned to the trenches each time to fight more
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| Thought you escaped your nightmare — your curse
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| To find you were waking from one to a worse
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| Written in scars — your cuts wide and deep
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| Written in stars — dark light in your sleep
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| It’s written in scars now — your cuts wide and deep
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| It’s written in stars now — dark light in your sleep
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| In memory of her brittle heart
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| Amused — abused — accursed
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| Your aquarelle — your living hell
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| Is right here on earth
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| Erase — every trace
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| Of peelings and pain
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| Find your peace
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| When your lips stop saying her name
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| It’s written in scars now — your cuts wide and deep
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| It’s written in stars now — dark light in your sleep
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| In memory of her brittle heart
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| Amused — abused — accursed
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| You live to tell — you’re leaving hell
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| It’s night here on earth |