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Fleash Colored Canvas Paroles

Dead Confederate

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Paroles de Fleash Colored Canvas

My vision's still blurred by the tricks that you turned
I danced and fell back
I laid open-eyed, drinking heart wine
Soaking in all that I lacked
A lover accused of standing abuse then
Turning and running the track
A pawn in the game that muses had made
Somehow I always attract
Tainted and twisted, my drinks double-fisted
Aiming the path at a crash
Killing the time painting teeth with red wine
Spitting color to your back
A Pollock-like painting that don't keep you waiting,
The feeling bleeds out of a gash
Your cutting won't peel, the washing won't heal
The meaning however abstract
This is how I changed my mind
A quick stroke of black on a flesh-colored canvas
Emoting the sympathy left
Seven strokes red aiming ends at your head
Each for a sacrifice met
Dark blue blurs on the ends of your curves
The sadness you caused and I kept
I tie it all in with a solid gold pen
A frame to make sure that it's felt
The medium bleeds but at least you can see Learn from this simple abstract
The painter has gone and you stand alone
Gone with the tip of my hat
This is how I changed my mind