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I could paint you in the dark' |
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Cause I've studied you with hunger |
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A work of art |
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These are very secret days |
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I collect my information |
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Then I stow it all away |
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Call meWhen you breeze through |
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To your appointments |
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The work you do |
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Call meI'm collecting you |
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The pleading prayer and hair shirt sting |
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My hair trigger love and faulty spring |
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Motivations smokes a name |
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I don't like that smile applied to me |
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So blindly just the same |
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Call meWhen you breeze through |
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To your appointments |
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The work you do |
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Call meI'm collecting you |
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Turning up my collar |
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To an unseasonal chill |
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You ask a favor |
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You know I will |
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And the rain comes as surprise |
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We fly across the railroad ties |
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I feel the danger |
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The foolish thrill |
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Oh yes I will |
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What it will or won't be then |
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The shutter predevelopment |
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And the ink full in the pen |
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Mind the minds-eye trickery' |
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Cause you might picture killer beautiful |
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Much more than it might be |
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Call meTell me |
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What you're up to |
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What you do |
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Call meI'm collecting you |
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I would be foolish |
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To think that |
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ICould turn it off |
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And stay alive |
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The way I live |
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When you switch on |
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Hand on the dimmer |
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Give me just a glimmer |
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Give me just a shadow |
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Of hope around the edges |
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Agony and rapture |
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Forever uncaptured |
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Take these secrets to your grave |
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Drug across your landscape |
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And bury in your cave |
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You're piling up and out of sight |
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Every try to add it up |
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Just feels like counting shades of light |
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Call me, yeah |
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Tell meWhat you're up to |
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What you do |
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Call meI'm collecting you |
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Hang it in my window |
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Let it complicate my view |
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The separation |
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The glass of you |
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But I can paint this picture |
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Any way that |
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I see fitThe art of pain |
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The subject sits |
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Unmoved |
