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Bright Eyes Waste Of Paint

said thank you please but your flattery is truly not becoming me. Your eyes are poor, you're blind, you see no beauty could have come from me. I'm a waste

thank you please but your flattery is truly not becoming me. Your eyes are poor, you're blind, you see no beauty could have come from me. I'm a waste

thank you please but your flattery is truly not becoming me. Your eyes are poor, you're blind, you see no beauty could have come from me. I'm a waste

? If I could buy the stars I'd polish them so bright If I could buy your pain First I'd buy the great big sea And I'd put that pain inside a box And

future racked with pain I'll take the life behind your eyes There was a time when death was distant And the fire of life burned bright Now we realize

, too cold, too dark I paint a pale imitation of happiness With the weak brushes of passing desires I portray the thousand pale signs and the thousand bright years wasted

creature of hatred by the words of hatred! I summon thee, creature of wastes, by the rites of waste! I summon thee, creature of pain, by the words of pain

one To feel your pain Don't you ever leave 'Cause I'm the one you need Baby I'm the one That will be here (x2) For you So here I am Getting wasted Just

a ight full with burning stars, burning bright with the fires of the sky I see an unhappiness in your eyes, always in the eyes lies the truth The loneliness