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[ti:Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)] |
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[ar:Josh Groban] |
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Starry, starry night, paint your palette blue and gray |
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Look out on a summer's day |
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With eyes that know the darkness in my soul |
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Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and daffodils |
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Catch the breeze and the winter chills |
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In colors on the snowy linen land |
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Now I understand, what you tried to say to me |
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And how you suffered for your sanity |
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And how you tried to set them free they would not listen |
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They did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now |
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Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze |
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Swirling clouds and violet haze |
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Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue |
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Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain |
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Weathered faces lined in pain |
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Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand |
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Now I understand, what you tried to say to me |
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And how you suffered for your sanity |
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And how you tried to set them free, they would not listen |
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They did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true |
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And when no hope was left inside on that starry, starry night |
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You took your life as lovers often do, but I could have told you Vincent |
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This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you |
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Like the strangers that you've met |
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The ragged men in ragged clothes |
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The silver thorn of bloody rose |
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Like crushed and broken on the virgin snow |
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Now I think I know, what you tried to say to me |
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And how you suffered for your sanity |
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And how you tried to set them free, they would not listen |
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They're not listening still, perhaps they never will |
