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So draw me a pretty picture
This is what your crayons are made for
So I'll pencil in my heart
For you to colour in sometime
Your my bigger picture and I'll draw you any day
With imagination dear I'll find us a place to stay
And get away from this town
That lacks the colour that makes me want to stay
You my bigger picture and I really wanted you to stay
Get up, get up, get up it's time
To leave the past behind us
Get up, get up, get up it's time? to move on