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Incubus - Redefine Incubus - Redefine |
*** Autor textu: incubus *** Autor hudby: incubus | Redefine
Imagine your brain
As a Canister filled with ink
Yeah, now think of your body
As the pen where the ink resides
Fuse the two, KAPOW!
What are you now?
You're the human magic marker
Won't you please surprise my eyes?
It's in your nature
You can paint whatever picture You like
No matter what Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight
So modify this third rock from the sun
By painting myriads of pictures
With the colors of one
I'm sick of painting in black and white
My pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself
To fit your definition
Picture the scene, where whatever you thought
Would, in the blink of an eye
Manifest and become illustrated
You'd be sure man
That every line drawn reflected a life that you loved
Not an existence that you hated
So, must we demonstrate that
We can't get it straight?
We've painted a picture,
Now we're drowning in paint
Lets figure out what the fuck it's about
Before the picture we painted
Chews us up and spits us out
I'm sick of painting in black and white
My pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself
To fit your definition
Redefine
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