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Let's paint a portrait, for the pain
I can't afford you, anyway
You can't escape me, refuse to dry
What's yours is yours, your's is mine,
When the world is not good enough,
Did you need it anyway?
I said "why the hell are we standing here?"
It's just a matter of taste
You can't have what you want.
You don't want what you have,
Looks towards the future, pour champagne,
Shatter the crystal clear message
You can berate me, worthless try,
So complicating, your disguise
Freedom, fk yeah.