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| Jars Of Clay - Art In Me |
Images on the sidewalk Speak of dream's descent Washed away by the storms To graves of cynical lament Dirty canvases to call my own Protest limericks carved By the old pay phone Chorus: And in your picture book I'm trying hard to see Turning endless pages Of this tragedy Sculpting every move You compose a symphony And you plead to everyone See the art in me See the art in me See the art in me Broken stained glass windows The fragments ramble on Tales of broken souls An eternity's been won As critics scorn the thoughts And works of mortal man My eyes have drawn to you In awe once again repeat chorus twice |
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