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Paintbrush Color The patterns of the will reflect the effect of movements away From pictures of the past you craft liberally and clearly An energetic use of concentrated insincerity Provides a background around anything that's hidden from me Strokes of the brush within the other The way you ruin with your color I need something like that a place to run from all relentless space Provisions of boring whites and lifeless time that's been shoved in my face A second state regardless of the weight of all the shit you take from me In time I turn around I stop there's someone in my face Strokes of the brush within the other The way you ruin with your color What's happened to you was once within me and inane To make the day with pattern play I guess I can be the same I kept you'd say something you fucking cowards out to run in strides Gonna lie when you say something you fucking cowards out to run in strides Out to say something you fucking cowards From Letras Mania