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know some day you'll have a beau ti ful life, I know you'll be a sun in some bo dy else's sky, but why Why why

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can't it be, can't it be mine.

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Fade out & Fin

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay

Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.

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All five horizons revolved around her soul

As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn.

Oh, and all I taught her was everything

Oh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything.

III

I take a walk outside

I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?

Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head

I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can drop away.
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything.

All the love gone bad turned my world to black

Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... yeah...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,

I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, can't it be mine.

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