Notebook

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I showed him my notebook
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The underside of my soul released
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In scribbles on pages
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He smiled and held my hand
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I knew that he would see
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For he dreams of touching beauty too
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There has to be more than
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The work day

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He's painting houses
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He's painting houses for awhile
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Then home to his canvas
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Coming to life

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I write in my notebook
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This feeling it takes me by surprise
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In thoughts that I don't know
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That I have
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They're hidden by useless facts that I
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Compile at the office where I work
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Where there is no time for
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Feeling anything

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You see I just work there
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To finance the real life that begins
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With scribbles on pages
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And thoughts of how and why

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Museums on Sundays
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Whenever we can we both go
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And stay there for hours
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Feeding our spirit

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And beauty is still free
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And beauty is not exclusive
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And beauty is ours to
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Touch and to know
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Touch and to know

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And don't you think there's more
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I really have to know
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Don't you think there's more to life? (2X)
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Don't you think there's more to life? (3X)

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