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There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
introduced the oceans to the earth
Well whoever made the snowflakes
Made shadows where doubts lurk
I suspect an artist is at work
I know when an artist
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
about you, so I felt seen
Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be
'Cause we're crazy
So tell me, who else is gonna know me?
At dinner, you
artist
And everybody knows you by a different name
I didn't catch your first name
I didn't get your last
I didn't hear too much what was said
My
On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.
As my hand fell on the jug I had to snicker
But when I started for the door I went much quicker
For just up
anyway?"
But you're in self-sabotage mode
Throwing spikes down on the road
But I've seen this episode and still loved the show
Who else decodes you?
the artist's soon
A never-ending flow – the artist's style, the artist's soon
The secrets you will know
You are the second in the time
I see your dreams, you see
sometimes eclipsed by a moon
You know I don't see you when she walks in the room
It's no secret that a friend is someone who lets you help
It's no secret
(辛い記憶も)
一気に (時代の roar)
即 飲み干す (自分と共存)
一気に (okay now I'm ready fo' sho')
さあ 飲め飲め飲め飲め このグラス ay
さあ 酔え酔え酔え 今 to your artist
ワンショット (one shot) ツーショット
sometimes eclipsed by a moon
You know I don't see you when she walks in the room
It's no secret that a friend is someone who lets you help
It's no secret
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
to laugh
Effortlessly I have loved thee
If fantasy could surely make a friend
The palette of your dreams
Would draw them mad
Beyond the universe, you know no
of the enchantment Navajo
I have seen your redrock
Canyons out of gallop
I have walked upon your Arizona hills
At crownpoint I watched an artists painting
All
Look out, here comes tomorrow
That's when I'll have to choose
How I wish I could borrow
Someone else's shoes
Mary, oh what a sweet girl
Lips like
I don't know why
You say the sun is sometimes
Eclipsed by a moon
You know I'd come back, baby
If you gave me some room
It's no secret that a friend
hand
Caught in a still life
Surrounded by shadows
And lost in a background of blue
If I were a painting
My price would be pain
And the artist
and the artist
Reflect it in their art
They forge their creativity
Closer to the heart
Yes, closer to the heart
Philosophers and plowmen
Each must know
'm living through it
But it doesn't matter
How many streams I get
Won't beat T Swift
Or Morgan Wallen
To bad so sad
Morgan Wallen
To bad so sad
Know a couple
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
I had a man
Let's call him Sam
And Sam will never understand
How we live, we are the artists
You gotta know once you dip your toes in the ocean that
want you to know
I understand how hard it was to let your music go
An artist must decide which parts to leave in and take out
And if he no longer
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