Let's take a tour, love, of that famous art show.
They let you in for free tonight.
We'll sit on those stairs and stare into clouds of white.
Let's split up now, you go off and find your favorites.
I'll find mine and then we'll see,
At the end of our adventures, when perspective becomes better,
Tell me why you loved your favorites,
About all the ones you hated
And why they hurt you.
I woke up, love, in the middle of a nightmare.
I think too many things I'll never say.
But don't worry 'bout me, I'll walk home, I'll be okay.
You think it's funny, they way I throw my hair back,
I just smile, cuz I don't say too much.
But I'm not sure at this moment if my heart still tells the truth,
So if I leave you right this moment, I'll be off searching for that truth,
Don't let it hurt you.
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