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This song is by Atmosphere and appears on the album When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold (2008).

Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains
The pictures on the wall will all remain
And even though he's home now, sound and safe
Surrounded by the faces that he places faith

The images visit from the past he witnessed
Can't stay away from the memory, sticks with
Each detail, embeded in stone
Like he chisels those convictions into his bones

The progress stops and pauses,
Spits and sputters like the basment faucet
And its obvious hes lost in his regrets,
You can smell it on his breath

Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains
But now the alcohol is gonna mother the pain
Tuck it away, no complaints,
Just layin on his back on his backyard, under the rain

Take tomorrow, but doesn't know how though
For ever swallow, there's another to follow
He weaves his way throughout the story
Looking for a new missing piece or a door key

Spirits used to be for celebration,
But now they just take him away from the hell that's waitin
Re-up until its three sheets up,
And pick a place for the skeletons to meet up

Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains
But if the oxygen escapes, it'll smother the flames
No introduction, doesn't speak his own name
Gonna beat them demons at they own game

The sunset rides to the end slopes
Same song echoing outside of the window
You can't grow if the skin don't fit you
Sometimes you gotta get low just to get through

No inspiration left to do your best when
Nobody hates you more than your reflection
Suffer the shame until it stuffs the drain
He's got two hands and a bucket of paint, c'mon

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