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(R.J. Johnson/
The Honeyrods)
Pictures on the wallstop and starelet the moment take you therein my mind I can see
See an empty skyblue and whitedoesn't matter if it's night
I can see them
Pictures on the walland they're not far from the fall of fallingit doesn't matter if they'reheld to something
Pictures I love youand the colors of your hues are calling
I searched in terms of things
I'm not knowing
It's your call
I kept your pictures just because
I love you
It's your callit didn't matter at all
Drawing in the sandfalling objects from you hands
I hope to be shown the side of thingsthat release you
Super magic carsrows of telepathic stars all seem toshoot like rockets fromthe walls inside you
Color in the summerand it couldn't be much hotterpainting on the sidewalkpictures made of water
Color in the summerand it couldn't be much hotterwhy not hold what's realso we can fill this pictures place
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