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Work Of Art
i don't care what they say love.
you're a work of art.
no one can paint the sky like you.
each night i think of new ways to impress you.
so you'll stick around.
when i was younger i'd stare at clouds.
well now i'm older and i still do.
and i don't know why, so don't ask me.
and i won't ask you.
why you hide behind those bookshelves.
filled with bibles and world war fairytales.
your eyes will tire from the lies your heart desires.
so don't play along 'cause they say you'll go to hell.
this is your own life, believe what you will.
and don't worry when they say you don't understand.
'cause they could never know how it felt.
the day you found love and lost it just as easily.
you were so young, but so untouchable.
'cause after that you never loved again no oh.
it was a waste of time, hearts are for pumping blood.
'til you found that one that smiled back.
you thought you'd die alone.
now you hold hands, now your mirror's useless.
'cause what their eyes see is all you really need.
it's not luck, love or coinicidence that found you.
it's what's meant to be.
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it's what's meant to be.
it's not luck, love or coinicidence that found you.
'cause what their eyes see is all you really need.
now you hold hands, now your mirror's useless.
you thought you'd die alone.
'til you found that one that smiled back.
it was a waste of time, hearts are for pumping blood.
'cause after that you never loved again no oh.
you were so young, but so untouchable.
the day you found love and lost it just as easily.
'cause they could never know how it felt.
and don't worry when they say you don't understand.
this is your own life, believe what you will.
so don't play along 'cause they say you'll go to hell.
your eyes will tire from the lies your heart desires.
filled with bibles and world war fairytales.
why you hide behind those bookshelves.
and i won't ask you.
and i don't know why, so don't ask me.
well now i'm older and i still do.
when i was younger i'd stare at clouds.
so you'll stick around.
each night i think of new ways to impress you.
no one can paint the sky like you.
you're a work of art.
i don't care what they say love.
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