This country is my canvas ?
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I leave paint trails as I go.
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IĄŻm painting a picture
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That you can only see from outer space.
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My bedroom is your sofa,
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I take my breakfast on the train.
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IĄŻm tired and IĄŻm dirty, and not a second goes to waste.
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IĄŻll be dead but never dying, and I say that with a smile
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ItĄŻs just my way of trying to be alive.
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Well IĄŻll never get to grey hair
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And IĄŻll never be in the black,
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But I can tell stories that most can hardly dream.
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Dreaming is a luxury,
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Like stopping-staring and beauty sleep.
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IĄŻll stop when IĄŻm finished,
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And sleep is for the weak.
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HeavenĄŻs in the half-light, and thatĄŻs where I reside,
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A whiskey and a wry smile ?
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I check my vital signs.
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And when IĄŻm gone,
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The worlds revolve, and life goes on,
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So mark no grave,
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Forget my name.
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If the song remains
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And everybodyĄŻs got a drink and a smile,
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Well, thatĄŻs just fine by me.
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Vital Signs
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| Frank Turner |
