The artist destroys her work again
Tossing and turning through sleep
Ripping the pages with furious rages
The artist falls in a heap.
Frame by frame she grabs onto the door
Ripping her nails onto the floor
Slips on the red, falls into blue
Dreams disappear all because of you
Dont give up on me now
Because the rain came in
Dont give up on me now
Im about to begin
Dont give up on me now
Because the rain came in
Dont give up on me now
Im about to begin
She had eyes in the sky
She could fly
Get a real job instead
Swam through her head
Move on now and move on fast
Not all of your art dreams can last
She turned her chair
Swivelled it round
Put her headphones on from the ground
Moved her hands from side to side
She began to paint away the tide
Dont give up on me now
Because the rain came in
Dont give up on me now
Im about to begin
Dont give up on me now
Because the rain came in
Dont give up on me now
Im about to begin
Dont give up on me now
Because the rain came in
Dont give up on me now
Im about to begin
Dont give up on me now
Because the rain came in
Dont give up on me now
Im about to begin
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