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She made a painting out of me Not to say that I was a new canvas, but that I could still be used Like I'm her favorite time to waste her days Reckless with her brushes She took black and spread it across covering all the white It's never just black and white with her, just grays and blues Mostly blues The crystal clear tear blues The deep water I can't swim in blues The bruise blues I mean it's just a painting, right? Her masterpiece
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Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
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She made a painting out of me Not to say that I was a new canvas, but that I could still be used Like I'm her favorite time to waste her days Reckless with her brushes She took black and spread it across covering all the white It's never just black and white with her, just grays and blues Mostly blues The crystal clear tear blues The deep water I can't swim in blues The bruise blues I mean it's just a painting, right? Her masterpiece
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Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
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