If orange were red
And red were blue
Would you look at me
If I said I was you
If the truth were a lie
And a lie were a joke
Could you tell my painting
By the stroke
Cause you plagiarize
And you stole from me
Now a lie you are
And shall ever be
When the sun gets mad
Orange turns to red
And the strokes on the canvas
Is where I bled
Now you are me
And I got what I’m due
And a joke is a joke
Cause I stole from you too
2007-08-10
17:39:15
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