It starts with a canvas
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A starchy, blinding white.
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Then comes the flash of illumination
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And the tools to record the plight.
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So I begin drowning the surface
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With a swamp of acrylic swirls.
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I'll get it right this time.
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This time it will last.
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Look at the world I've created.
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Watch it as it turns like a top.
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From the oceans and tides
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To the clouds and blue skies.
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It's more than you could ever
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Dream to afford.
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It ends with a loose thread
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And a curious hand,
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Like a boy who stumbles upon
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His father's gun.
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It's housed in a sock drawer
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Next to cigarettes and cheap porn.
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He loads the chamber with
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One destined shot.
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His father always regrets
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He left the safety off.
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Look at the world I've created.
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Watch it as it turns like a top.
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From the oceans and tides
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To the clouds and blue skies.
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It's more than you could ever
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Dream to afford.
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Look at the world I've created.
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Watch it as it turns like a top.
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From the malls and estates
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To the smoke stacks and freeways.
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It's much more than you could afford.
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You've wasted this gift
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Of beauty and science
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And now my voice won't be ignored.
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I'll pull back the blinds
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And open all your eyes.
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Let the sun drown you all.
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Cue The Sun
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Forgive Durden |