The Painter
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Forgiveness is my hobby
I do it all the time
Helpless, I'm a painter
With the colors in my eyes
Blinded I am swallowed
In the world of distant cries
Helpless I'm a painter
Where the colors have all died
Blame me for your lies
Did I tell you, you were wrong
My bruises tell our story
But you don't know where they are
Water, sour gardens
My dreams are shattered now
And somewhere there's a painter
With the canvas facing down
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