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Bobby's in the basement making his movie Paints a little picture but not to be cheesy Wants this little girl to believe in him easy Bristles to the canvas imagining he feels high Inspiration of my art Search for light out of the dark All the pictures in my heart Lie awake there in my fog This oasis in my arms I approach it with disarm Though it might do me some harm Stop to catch me if I fall Bobby's in the basement making his music Never won't stop though not to abuse it There's some other way that they only would use it Lives another day but they always refuse it Lacerations of my heart Dropped down the pieces in the dark Makes the words up on this page Makes the purple turn to beige Inspiration of my art Search for light out of the dark All the pictures in my heart Lie awake there in my fog This oasis in my arms I approach it with disarm Though it might do me some harm Stop to catch me if I fall It's just like Bob Dylan says... (Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you) Stop depression of my own Walk the only road I know If I am only dreaming Then I am not that far from it Sow the strength that grows from seeds Worship creativity If I am only dreaming Then me and Bob are not that far today So long as I'm young Bobby's in the basement making his music I search the beaches walk the sand I cut my feet on broken glass Strap the sandals on my feet I'm running down but I still hit the street Inspiration of my art Search for light out of the dark All the pictures in my heart Lie awake there in my fog It's just like Bob Dylan says... (The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense) Stop depression of my own Walk the only road I know If I am only dreaming Then I am not that far from it Sow the strength that grows from seeds Worship creativity If I am only dreaming Then me and Bob are not that far today So long as I'm young So long as I'm young Bobby's in the basement making his movie He paints a little picture but not to be cheesy He wants this little girl to believe in him easy The bristles to the canvas imagining he feels high High Inspiration of my art Desperation of my heart |