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There's paint on a brushBut waiting is all that you knowThe doors have been locked from the insideThere's nothing thereThe memory you have of your DadIs losing you sleepAs well as your lovers and friends and familyI don't mindI don't mindThe shape of your insidesThe shape of your insidesThe sunlight collides with your wallsAnd begs you to breatheAnd your mind is in other places'til it leavesLately your thoughts are as focused as they'll every beYou're thinking of upside down picturesAnd symmetryI don't mindI don't mindThe shape of your insidesThe shape of your insides From Letras Mania