The Painted Walls is all around me,
surrounding me,
talks to me,
reminds me of the giant that lives in my heart
The love I gave her, the love I give her,
is like a stronghold
Does she realize that?
does she truly know?
No i'm not just a passing
I'm her rock
I'm her man
I'm her palette of love
My face is a palette, the palette is my face
I'm in The Painted Walls
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