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Ooooh my patience is so thin I don’t even know where to begin You say my voice is loud But I think you’re the only one listenin’ I know that’s not true But it’s like I’m painting in the wrong hue To a colorblind audience Who can’t even tell the difference Burn the canvas or let the colors run? Holes here and there from my tiny sharp blade Colors bleeding in the fibers and leaving a stain All of this is just contraction pains I can’t wait for the fresh breath of this rebirth of gain.
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
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Ooooh my patience is so thin I don’t even know where to begin You say my voice is loud But I think you’re the only one listenin’ I know that’s not true But it’s like I’m painting in the wrong hue To a colorblind audience Who can’t even tell the difference Burn the canvas or let the colors run? Holes here and there from my tiny sharp blade Colors bleeding in the fibers and leaving a stain All of this is just contraction pains I can’t wait for the fresh breath of this rebirth of gain.
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
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