Tall Tales Lyrics

The days are colored, the days are colored
Painted by numbers with dirty little fingers
The trial and error, the trial and error
Put me away from this fleeting exteriorWill I leave her in the distance?
Out there hiding, where are you hiding?
As a monkey, dancing faster, eating traces of disasterWill I wash my hands of me?
Point to yourself
The days are colored, the days are colored
Painted by numbers with dirty little fingers
The trial and error, the trial and error
Put me away from this fleeting exteriorIt's been greasepaint in canisters
It's what I'm not that breaks me faster
Running away from the paper
The tallest tales are the lettersWill I wash my hands of me?
Point to yourself
If I bend my hands back enough
What can I pull out of my blood?
All the stories that my spirit run away from

Have they erased me?Will I wash my hands of me?
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