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The canvas poses taunts from the corner of my room
Knowing I'll never make use of it
Layers of dust, and forgotten sentiments
The paint dried long before I could make sense of it.
And if you're coming out my way,
I just hope that you think you're ready.
'Cos this time,
I can't afford any more mistakes.
Knowing I'll never make use of it
Layers of dust, and forgotten sentiments
The paint dried long before I could make sense of it.
And if you're coming out my way,
I just hope that you think you're ready.
'Cos this time,
I can't afford any more mistakes.