oh I am a lonely painter, I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil, and I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid
I remember that time that you told me, you said; love is touching souls
surely you touched mine
cause part of you pours out of me, in these lines from time to time
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