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I don't want to talk about your vision What you see when you take a look at the world You never seem to see the trees Black and white You color me Guess you don't know how to paint a picture It's a kind of looking glass and you never look past Like living in a glass house staring at the shadows Wild and warped, you think you see the whole world Just a crooked little view from a little window But I don't know what you see The color there just isn't me You can have a new page But your eyes are the same So the picture won't change at all I don't want to talk about your vision What you see when you take a look at the world You never seem to see the trees Black and white You color me Guess you don't know how to paint a picture It's a dirty little canvas muddled with gray tones Rough little edges, number two pencil Try to trace a line but your hands are shaking Try to set the scene but you make mistakes and I don't know what you see The color there just isn't me You can have a new page But your eyes are the same So the picture won't change at all I don't want to talk about your vision What you see when you take a look at the world You never seem to see the trees Black and white You color me Guess you don't know how to paint a picture