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Jars Of Clay - Art In Me Şarkı Sözleri
washed away by storms to graves of cynical lament dirty canvases to call my own protest limericks carved by the old pay phone in your picture book i´m trying hard to see turning endless pages of this tragedy sculpting every move you compose a symphony you plead to everyone, "see the art in me" broken stained-glass windows, the fragments ramble on tales of broken souls, an eternity´s been won as critics scorn the thoughts and works of mortal man my eyes are drawn to you in awe once again in your picture book i´m trying hard to see turning endless pages of this tragedy sculpting every move you compose a symphony you plead to everyone, "see the art in me" |
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