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I would've meant it if I'd said itBut I didn't think to say it at the timeAnd you never really said it with your mouthAnd only one time with your eyesAnd you would get if you'd get it 'cause I know that you're the typeWho gets it when they get it and they always get it rightI hate that typeI hate that typeNow I am sitting in your bedIn your bedroom with my new homework machineAnd I am playing with your cat with bits of stringAnd I am waiting patientlyAnd you are out with a woman at exhibits about people like meWith a woman at exhibits about people like meAnd I don't get itI don't get itI don't get itI don't get it'Cause you don't like art, you just buy and sellAnd you wouldn't give it up if you were getting it wellSo I brought this on myselfI can't say I disagreeLetras de cancionesTake that woman to exhibits about people like meMeI am at home with my watercolours filling in my life with youMy life withoutI am at home with my watercolours while you are outI would've meant it if I'd said itBut I didn't think to say it and I'm shySo I hid inside my t-shirtAnd I looked the other way when you walked byAnd I gathered up my things and I dusted off my bikeAnd I found a quiet place where I could sit and i could writeAnd I wrote thisAnd I wrote thisAnd you would get it if you'd get it'Cause I know that you're the typeWho gets it when they get itAnd they never have to write it on paperOn paperBut you never got it, never, not to tell you the truth'Cause you show up to my shows and think I'm singing about youAnd I'm notOh no I'm notAnd I don't get itI don't get itI don't get itNo, I don't'Cause you don't like art, you just buy buy sellAnd you wouldn't give it up if you were getting it wellSo I brought this on myselfI can't say I disagreeBring that woman to my concert and she tells you that she likes meShe likes meNow I am at home with my watercolours filling in my life with youMy life withoutI am at home with my watercolours while you are outAnd all my friends and the issues that we faceYou wanna stick us in a box, you wanna put us in our placeAnd maybe hang us on a wall, then leave me out to dryWas I a joke? Was I a freak? Or just too much alive?AliveI am at home with my watercolours, filling in my life with youMy life withoutI am at home with my watercolours, blotting it out From Letras Mania