Текст песни Fresh Paint - Karen Pree
                                                No 
                                                need 
                                                to 
                                                raise 
                                                    a 
                                                hand
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                sit 
                                                as 
                                                long 
                                                as 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                stand
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                pose 
                                                is 
                                                all 
                                                    I 
                                                need 
                                                to 
                                                plan
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                pose 
                                                is 
                                                all 
                                                    I 
                                                need
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                less 
                                                is 
                                                more, 
                                                then 
                                                pour 
                                                to 
                                                break
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                wait 
                                                to 
                                                sleep 
                                                and 
                                                sleep 
                                                to 
                                                wake
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                move 
                                                is 
                                                all 
                                                you 
                                                need 
                                                to 
                                                make
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                move 
                                                is 
                                                all 
                                                you 
                                                need
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it 
                                                can't 
                                                hurt, 
                                                swallowing 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                little 
                                                pride
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                wishes 
                                                well 
                                                your 
                                                eyes--
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                are 
                                                bone 
                                                dry
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                know 
                                                I'd 
                                                never 
                                                spare 
                                                    a 
                                                seed 
                                                to 
                                                grow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Knowing 
                                                what 
                                                    a 
                                                weed 
                                                would 
                                                start 
                                                to 
                                                show
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                leave 
                                                well 
                                                enough 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fresh 
                                                paint 
                                                to 
                                                brace 
                                                    a 
                                                smile
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                smile 
                                                is 
                                                hardly 
                                                worth 
                                                your 
                                                while
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                simply 
                                                not 
                                                    a 
                                                welcome 
                                                child
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                simply 
                                                not 
                                                (oh 
                                                well)
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it 
                                                can't 
                                                hurt, 
                                                swallowing 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                little 
                                                pride
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                wishes 
                                                well 
                                                your 
                                                eyes--
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                are 
                                                bone 
                                                dry
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                know 
                                                I'd 
                                                never 
                                                spare 
                                                    a 
                                                seed 
                                                to 
                                                grow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Knowing 
                                                what 
                                                    a 
                                                weed 
                                                would 
                                                start 
                                                to 
                                                show
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                leave 
                                                well 
                                                enough 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keep 
                                                    a 
                                                grin 
                                                to 
                                                pin 
                                                on 
                                                whom 
                                                you'd 
                                                like
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                splendor 
                                                red 
                                                as 
                                                sin
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                wedding-white
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sorry 
                                                only 
                                                comes 
                                                when 
                                                folly 
                                                goes
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                makes 
                                                    a 
                                                habit 
                                                out 
                                                of
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leaving 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                Once 
                                                more, 
                                                to 
                                                pry 
                                                the 
                                                mouth
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                glass 
                                                is 
                                                all 
                                                you 
                                                ask 
                                                about
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                half 
                                                    a 
                                                mind 
                                                to 
                                                stain 
                                                the 
                                                walls
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                half 
                                                    a 
                                                tongue 
                                                to 
                                                drink 
                                                it 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it 
                                                can't 
                                                hurt, 
                                                swallowing 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                little 
                                                pride
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                wishes 
                                                well 
                                                your 
                                                eyes--
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                are 
                                                bone 
                                                dry
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                know 
                                                I'd 
                                                never 
                                                spare 
                                                    a 
                                                seed 
                                                to 
                                                grow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Knowing 
                                                what 
                                                    a 
                                                weed 
                                                would 
                                                start 
                                                to 
                                                show
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                leave 
                                                well 
                                                enough 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Songs of Promise
2 Fortune
3 Lemon Tree
4 Old Form
5 Fresh Paint
6 Made of Straw
7 No Fable
8 Shelf Life
9 Te Koop / A vendre
10 Crow
11 Nocchio
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