Sometimes I stop thinking And paint myself into a blank wall People who run into me Leave behind a taste of their minds, Their greasy forehead impressions. I'm standing still My blank face changes colours A perfect background for any of you I will be the poker face in all your pictures Calm, quiet and free, I can't move at all But I can hear your songs And I don't want to dance I'm listening to your stories How they've ended and begun. If I grow weary of repose I will start to flow I'll loosen into clear water and ripple with ease Maybe I'll occupy your minds, And the stories I gathered Will turn to sand-stones. Flip me a coin, Fate, and let me know Should I stay, or should I go?
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