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Annie has many paintings
Hanging on her bedroom wall
Annie paints pretty flowers
Only she can name them all
Bloom inside a wooden frame
You won't find them in a flower book
Pink stems, petals aqua blue
Don't you want to take a look
Annie's many paintings
Hang inside the entry hall
Annie paints faces of monsters
Only she could love them all
No one thinks they are real
They laugh like it's some kind of joke
Annie paints houses of horror
Only she has seen them all
No one thinks they are real
They laugh like it's some kind of joke
She smiles, plays along
But memory guides every stroke
Dip into the ink of what you think
Making an awakening
You're breaking
You're waking
Breaths, you're finally breathing
Dip into the ink of what you think
Making an awakening
You're breaking
You're waking
Breaths, you're finally breathing
Dip into the ink of what you think
Making an awakening
You're breaking
You're waking
Breaths, you're finally breathing
Dip into the ink of what you think
Making an awakening
You're breaking
You're waking
Breaths, you're finally breathing
Dip into the ink of what you think
Making an awakening
You're breaking
You're waking
Breaths, you're finally breathing
Dip into the ink of what you think
Making an awakening
You're breaking
You're waking