Paint it splendor gone stale. Big, bold, black and blue. Paint it however you can hide it. Still such an ugly view from here. Dont lose sight as we grow. Daylight deceives dim minds. Fabric grins. Judging eyes Tender toes. Friends like that dont mean a thing to me. Half empty bottles, broken, Thrusted deep through my disease. Anchored between concrete walls. Separate, separates, for the whole world to see. Sober son made it through. And I have so much to show for it too. And in the morning I know youll feel it too, Im still just as dead as you. As you... Fabric grins. Judging eyes Tender toes. Paint it splendor gone stale Big, bold, black and blue. Friends like that... Friends like that...
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