But at my back I always hear the time
When on my couch I lie
In a pensive mood
In a pensive mood
And somewhat of a sad perplexity
art is
Art is, for everything
For everything. You're out of tune
You're out of tune
On the gray street breaks the blank day
I will dream my dream and hold it true
Blue is all in rush, blue is all in rush
Blue is all in a rush
All in a rush
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behold me, for I cannot sleep