Some folks see the world as a stone Concrete daubed in dull monotone Your heart is the big box of paints And others, the canvas we're dealt Your heart is the big box of paints How coloured the flowers all smelled As they huddled there, in petalled prayer They told me this, as I knelt there Awaken you dreamers Adrift in your beds Balloons and streamers Decorate the inside of your heads Please let some out Do it today But don't let the loveless ones sell you A world wrapped in grey Some folks pull this life like a weight Drab and dragging dreams made of slate Your heart is the big box of paints And others, the canvas we're dealt Your heart is the big box of paints Just think how the old masters felt, they call... Awaken you dreamers Asleep at your desks Parrots and lemurs Populate your unconscious grotesques Please let some out Do it today Don't let the loveless ones sell you A world wrapped in grey And in the very least you can Stand up naked and Grin
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