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Welcome to my open house
Please ignore the mess around
I've been meaning to clean it up for quite sometime
Built on rock
I'm just run down
A fixer upper
I just need some sound advise from someone with an open mind
to think creatively of all the possibilities

Chorus:
See the smile of Mona Lisa
Think the leaning Tower of Pisa
Tilt your head and see the way it stands up tall
Find the beauty in graffiti
The Rite of Spring by I. Stravinsky
Close your eyes and listen to the beauty of it all
Could you be the one to see
the Masterpiece in me.

Lights are broken in the hall
A crack runs down my bedroom wall
but character is priceless now or so they say
It suddenly occurs to me while polishing my personality
to leave some roughness there around the edge
Some things don't fit perfectly
That's just called Reality

Repeat Chorus

Bridge:
I've got a hunch that you could be
the perfect harmony
to my Unfinished Symphony

solo

Bridge #2:
I'm a piece of work - my soul discretion
Every flaw made with perfection
Lose your preconceptions and I'm not so small
Each dysfunction is designer
Who's to say I'm not inspired
Take a closer peek and see the genius of it all.....

Repeat Chorus
Welcome to my open house    Please ignore the mess around    I've been meaning to clean it up for quite sometime    Built on rock    I'm just run down    A fixer upper    I just need some sound advise from someone with an open mind    to think creatively of all the possibilities       Chorus:    See the smile of Mona Lisa    Think the leaning Tower of Pisa    Tilt your head and see the way it stands up tall    Find the beauty in graffiti    The Rite of Spring by I. Stravinsky    Close your eyes and listen to the beauty of it all    Could you be the one to see    the Masterpiece in me.       Lights are broken in the hall    A crack runs down my bedroom wall    but character is priceless now or so they say    It suddenly occurs to me while polishing my personality    to leave some roughness there around the edge    Some things don't fit perfectly    That's just called Reality       Repeat Chorus       Bridge:    I've got a hunch that you could be    the perfect harmony    to my Unfinished Symphony       solo       Bridge #2:    I'm a piece of work - my soul discretion    Every flaw made with perfection    Lose your preconceptions and I'm not so small    Each dysfunction is designer    Who's to say I'm not inspired    Take a closer peek and see the genius of it all.....       Repeat Chorus
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