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This song is for Julie Green. It reminds me so much of her, the lyrics and such. I love you Julie.
It hangs on a wall, museum hall,
as it calls up to passers-by.
A picture so bright, seen without light,
and nobody wonders why.
A tired old man stares at the wall,
said, "The color's blinding me."
How could he see anything at all
since he's got no eyes to see?
It's not too faded.
I still see that color coming through.
It's not too jaded.
The more you look, the more you see.
Years ticked away, colors turned gray,
but the man's still standing there.
Once asked him why. He said "Cause I
am the last one here who cares."
Told me the mind will show you more
if you only set it free.
He closed the door, I closed my eyes.
That's when I began to see.
It's not too faded.
I still see that color coming through.
It's not too jaded.
The more you look, the more you see.
Well, it's not too faded.
I still see that color coming through.
it's not too jaded.
The more you look, the more you see.
Well, it's not too faded.
I still see that color coming through.
It's not too jaded.
The more you look, the more you see.
Well, it's not too faded.
I still see that color coming through.
It's not too jaded.
The more you look, the more you see.
And it's not too faded. Oh, oh, oh.
Well, it's not too faded.
The more you look, the more you see.
3:32 p.m. - 2002-10-11
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