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When all the help in the world won't get you by |
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When all the friends that you lean on let you down, |
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You'll wonder why |
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I see you there with your painting box |
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And your oils and brushes and your artist's smocks |
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What'll you do if the Muse gets lost |
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When I'm gone? |
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You painted me in the way you said you knew |
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I don't believe that I saw myself |
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In anything you drew |
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I say you never quite caught it right |
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You say you see me in a different light |
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What'll you do with your black and white |
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When I'm gone |
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You paint by numbers |
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I never noticed it before |
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You paint by numbers |
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It's just a closing of an open door |
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When you're looking round |
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You won't see me no more |
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You paint by numbers |
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Staying here in this room just makes me pale |
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I never really could fit into your geometric scale |
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I see you measure my profile up |
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And you mix your paints in a broken cup |
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What'll you do if the brush gets stuck |
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When I'm gone |
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You paint by numbers |
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I never noticed it before |
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You paint by numbers |
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It's just a closing of an open door |
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When you're looking round |
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You won't see me no more |
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You paint by numbers |
