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Pass me the pencil,
Hand over that paper.
I've got time to kill,
And words like vapor.
Hard to grasp,
They're slipping fast,
Fleeting thoughts,
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I listen closely to your words,
I listen and I hope,
I fear.
I listen and I wait to hear
You say the words I've been waiting
So long for.
I'm wa..
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My eyes are gray,
My skin is white,
My wrists leak red.
The color's draining fast,
From me to you,
I don't paint the town,
Instead I paint you.
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