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Twenty past seven, the steam still rising from your coffee cup All I've ever wanted was everything and all at once And if I'm ever gonna get any better One way or another, I'll have to settle But to me settling's, never seemed good enough But if I'm ever gonna get things right I need to settle for an honest fight The world is a picture, painted on paper So cut it into pieces, and put it back together The world is a picture, painted on paper So cut it into pieces, and put it back together Twenty past eleven, the gloom standing over me like a bodyguard Guarding on something I'm not sure I even want Eight past four in the morning, waiting for sleep that never comes This is when the hope of a better day dies with them But if I'm ever gonna get things right I need to settle for an honest fight The world is a picture, painted on paper So cut it into pieces, and put it back together The world is a picture, painted on paper So cut it into pieces, and put it back together The world is a picture, painted on paper So cut it into pieces, and put it back together The world is a picture, painted on paper And it's hard to stay fixed on making things better When there's no one there to make it better for Letras de cancionesThe world is a picture, painted on paper Cut it into pieces, and put it back together The world is a picture, painted on paper Cut it into pieces, and put it back together The world is a picture, painted on paper Cut it into pieces, and put it back together The world is a picture, painted on pape Cut it into pieces, and put it back together The world is a picture, painted on paper Cut it into pieces, and put it back together The world is a picture, painted on paper Cut it into pieces, and put it back together The world is a picture, painted on paper Cut it into pieces, and put it back together From Letras Mania