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I showed him my notebook the underside of my soul released in scribbles on pages he smiled and held my hand I knew that he would see for he dreams of touching beauty, too there has to be more than the work day he's painting houses he's painting houses for awhile then home to his canvas coming to life I write in my notebook this feeling, it takes me by surprise in thoughts that I don't know that I have they're hidden by useless facts that I compile at the office where I work where there is no time for feeling anything you see I just work there to finance the real life that begins with scribbles on pages Songtexteand thoughts of how and why museums on sundays whenever we can we both go and stay there for hours, feeding our spirit and beauty is still free and beauty is not exclusive and beauty is ours to touch and to know touch and to know and don't you think there's more I really have to know don't you think there's more to life? don't you think there's more to life? Aus Songtexte Mania