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i can't read a painted pictureof life as it was in the pastwhy did i think it would last?when all the colors keep on shiftingthe truth is not found in the hueit's in my perspective anewimpressions of the past will be mooreduntil i find what it is i'm looking forwhat it is i'm looking forwhat it is i'm looking forwhat it is i'm Aus Songtexte Mania