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Some folks see the world as a stone
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Con crete daubed in dull mono tone
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Your heart is the big box of paints
GmF
And others, the canvas we're dealt
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Your heart is the big box of paints
GmF
How coloured the flowers all smelled
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As they huddled there, in petalled prayer
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They told me this, as I knelt there
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Awaken you dreamers, adrift in your beds
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Balloons and streamers decorate the inside of your heads
DD
Please let some out, Do it today
DGm
But don't let the loveless ones sell you a world wrapped in grey
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Some folks pull this life like a weight
Drab and dragging dreams made of slate
Your heart is the big box of paints
And others, the canvas we're dealt
Your heart is the big box of paints…
…Just think how the old masters felt! They called…
Awaken you dreamers, asleep at your desks
Parrots and lemurs, populate your unconscious grotesques
Please let some out, Do it today,
Don't let the loveless ones sell you a world wrapped in grey
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And in the very least you can stand up naked and grin!
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