I used to think that if I worked hard enough and got every detail right, people would eventually notice. But sometimes you can do everything "right" and watch someone break every rule and create something people can't look away from. Except those rules were never really real. They only existed inside the box I had chosen to lock myself in, to the point where I saw anyone who stepped outside of it as a cheater. That used to frustrate me. Now I think I understand it a little better. We spend so much time trying to fix our flaws that sometimes we erase the very things that make us recognizable. That's what Flaw It is about. So just make what feels like you, and enjoy discovering other people's personalities in what they create.
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[VERSE]
I worked until the daylight disappeared
Trained my hands until the lines came clear
Every little detail had to land
I thought someday they'd know me by my hand
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[PRE-CHORUS]
I gave it everything I thought it took
Certain they would stop and take a look
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[CHORUS]
What makes them stop and stare so long?
What makes one right when mine feels wrong?
What makes them stop and stare so long?
What makes one right when mine feels wrong?
What makes one right when mine feels wrong?
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[VERSE]
I learned the colors people came to see
Old techniques passed down carefully
Every shade was measured, every line
I painted what had worked a thousand times
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[PRE-CHORUS]
Nothing on the canvas broke a rule
Still they walked right past it like a wall
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[CHORUS]
What makes them stop and stare so long?
What makes one right when mine feels wrong?
What makes them stop and stare so long?
What makes one right when mine feels wrong?
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[VERSE]
My friend rolled bicycle tires through the paint
Mixed in sand and sprayed across the frame
I laughed and said he'd lost his damn mind
Then watched a hundred people stand in line
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[CHORUS]
What makes them stop and stare so long?
What makes one right when mine feels wrong?
What makes them stop and stare so long?
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