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Canvas’s painted black and gold
Lighthouses, seashells, perfect pictures
Boxes just right, beating smoothly, just as the heart
Love the artificially natural high
Brilliantly cliché books, so crisp
Words phrases so, to the point, might they be true?
Pictures that match the words you want to say
Those words, they don’t exist, only in that image
Dreams so luscious, they must be coming true
Days so amazing, they wash your sins angelic
Songs so good, they glaze through your ears like honey
Write it all down; make a scrapbook out of your mind
Look it all, the choreographer must be doing her job
It’s all where it should be, to the extent
The extent it makes your heart melt
You can’t believe, but your guard must have melted too
The car ride so smooth; unnatural?
Passionately humming to the music of it all
To turn a new leaf, why I think the world has done so
The flow of it all; just can’t get enough
Painter; keep on painting
Writer; keep on writing
Dreamer; keep on dreaming
Days; keep on amazing
Songs; keep on singing
Dancers; keep on practicing
Cars; keep on driving
Hummers; keep on humming
Leaves; keep on blooming
I’ll just keep on proving
All gladly unplanned
But enjoyed hand in hand
So perfect; just the best of the greatest
Coffee couldn’t smell better
You couldn’t be more gorgeous, sugar
The blue skies just add to, add to it all
Endings, no such thing, we go on
Forever, love, so over used,
Peace, trinity, calm, can be called your own
Timing is everything; you don’t have to think of anymore
It seems so personal, but it is really?
Listen to it, is it, the beat, is it your beat
Make it yours; dance it out
Tell the story and dot it with an exclamation point
Shh, everything has run out, so what
Use that imagionator; bring it to life
Run it wild, create what you need, let it go past sane
You’ll be satisfied till the end of, the end of days
Canvas’s painted black and gold
Lighthouses, seashells, perfect pictures
Boxes just right, beating smoothly, just as the heart
Love the artificially natural high
Brilliantly cliché books, so crisp
Words phrases so, to the point, might they be true?
Pictures that match the words you want to say
Those words, they don’t exist, only in that image
Dreams so luscious, they must be coming true
Days so amazing, they wash your sins angelic
Songs so good, they glaze through your ears like honey
Write it all down; make a scrapbook out of your mind
Look it all, the choreographer must be doing her job
It’s all where it should be, to the extent
The extent it makes your heart melt
You can’t believe, but your guard must have melted too
The car ride so smooth; unnatural?
Passionately humming to the music of it all
To turn a new leaf, why I think the world has done so
The flow of it all; just can’t get enough
Painter; keep on painting
Writer; keep on writing
Dreamer; keep on dreaming
Days; keep on amazing
Songs; keep on singing
Dancers; keep on practicing
Cars; keep on driving
Hummers; keep on humming
Leaves; keep on blooming
I’ll just keep on proving
All gladly unplanned
But enjoyed hand in hand
So perfect; just the best of the greatest
Coffee couldn’t smell better
You couldn’t be more gorgeous, sugar
The blue skies just add to, add to it all
Endings, no such thing, we go on
Forever, love, so over used,
Peace, trinity, calm, can be called your own
Timing is everything; you don’t have to think of anymore
It seems so personal, but it is really?
Listen to it, is it, the beat, is it your beat
Make it yours; dance it out
Tell the story and dot it with an exclamation point
Shh, everything has run out, so what
Use that imagionator; bring it to life
Run it wild, create what you need, let it go past sane
You’ll be satisfied till the end of, the end of days