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And what if I was to Cut my wrists and paint Pictures on the wall Would you see Would you see And what if I was to Cut my wrists and paint Pictures on the wall Of burning with sunset Over a deep red sea Would you see Would you see And what if I was to Walk away and never explain Those things Would you ever understand Would you see Would you see Would you see a bleeding boy Standing by the egde of the water Could you see that deep See that deep Could you see that bleeding boy Standing by the egde of the water Could you see that deep See that deep.... From Letras Mania