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Imagine your brain as a canister filled with ink, Yeah, now think of your body as the pen where the ink resides. Fuse the two; KAPOW! What are you now? You're the human magic marker, Won't you please surprise my eyes?! It's in your nature, you can paint whatever picture you like. No matter what Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight. So modify this third rock from the sun, By painting myriads of pictures with the colors of one. Chorus: I'm sick of painting in black and white My pen is dry, now I'm uptight So sick of limiting myself to fit your definition. I'm sick of painting in black and white My pen is dry, now I'm uptight So sick of limiting myself to fit your definition. Picture the scene, where whatever you thought, Would, in the blink of an eye, manifest and become illustrated. You'd be sure man that every line drawn Reflected a life that you loved Not an existence that you hated. So, must we demonstrate that we can't get it straight? We've painted a picture, now we're drowning in the paint. Let's figure out what the fuck it's about, Letras de cancionesBefore the picture we painted chews us up and spits us out. Chorus Redefine I'm sick of painting in black and white My pen is dry, now I'm uptight. So sick of limiting myself to fit your definition. So, must we demonstrate that we can't get it straight? We've painted a picture, now we're drowning in the paint. Let's figure out what the fuck it's about, Before the picture we painted chews us up and spits us out From Letras Mania