Текст песни Jars Of Clay - Art In Me, слова песни Jars Of Clay

Текст песни Jars Of Clay - Art In Me

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Images on the sidewalk speak of dream`s decentWashed away by storms to graves of cynical lamentDirty canvases to call my ownProtest limericks carved by the old pay phoneIn your picture book I`m trying hard to seeTurning endless pages of this tragedySculpting every move you compose a symphonyYou plead to everyone, "see the art in me"Broken stained-glass windows, the fragments ramble onTales of broken souls, an eternity`s been wonAs critics scorn the thoughts and works of mortal manMy eyes are drawn to you in awe once againIn your picture book I`m trying hard to seeTurning endless pages of this tragedySculpting every move you compose a symphonyYou plead to everyone, "see the art in me"

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Art In Me

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