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Don Ivi
by Ottoman
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Speaking of things that are not there
Pointing as she goes
The canvas owner paid to win
Friends rather than foes
Inner meaning is hard to find
In an empty mirrored box
The brain of art spit on its heart
When she died and fell apart
The teacher screamed in modern madness
The white cube has turned black
An architect designed and built
A demon for her back
The ancient fool, the tyrant's tool
Bent the straightest line
You said it yourself, your life's on rent
And you're running out of time
Here to stay
She's too beautiful to
Fade away
And now she's shouting at the
Colour gray
She's too colourful to
Play the game
It's a shame
Meditation's fault of foes
Evil's here today
Not so much for innocence
Since he learned how to play
It's too late for God's return
We missed the last laugh train
Going forward, not to stop
In living or in pain
Here to stay
She's too beautiful to
Fade away
And now she's shouting at the
Colour gray
She's too colourful to
Play the game
It's a shame
Speaking of things that are not there
Pointing as she goes
The canvas owner paid to win
Friends rather than foes
Inner meaning is hard to find
In an empty mirrored box
The brain of art spit on its heart
When she died and fell apart
The teacher screamed in modern madness
The white cube has turned black
An architect designed and built
A demon for her back
The ancient fool, the tyrant's tool
Bent the straightest line
You said it yourself, your life's on rent
And you're running out of time
Here to stay
She's too beautiful to
Fade away
And now she's shouting at the
Colour gray
She's too colourful to
Play the game
It's a shame
Meditation's fault of foes
Evil's here today
Not so much for innocence
Since he learned how to play
It's too late for God's return
We missed the last laugh train
Going forward, not to stop
In living or in pain
Here to stay
She's too beautiful to
Fade away
And now she's shouting at the
Colour gray
She's too colourful to
Play the game
It's a shame
