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My dear, I've painted a picture |
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I've painted a picture for the questioned wall |
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I'll hang it up with the rest soon right up with the next few that come along |
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One more, there's room for just one more |
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Once more make room for just one more |
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My dear, you'll see I've enlisted the colors I've lifted from the world we've shared |
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I awake, climb into a good mood while up in the front room arranging chairs |
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One more, there's room for just one more |
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Once more make room for just one more |
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It's just enough, but it goes on and on |
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A touch too much, yeah, it goes on and on |
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It's just enough, but it goes on, and in a touch enough |
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Is too much, but oh, well |
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If these walls, they could tell |
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They'd say, "what's the fuss? |
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Well, you worry too much" |
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From what I, what I can tell |
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There's enough space up there |
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Though in time it'll disappear, I'll enjoy being here |
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One more, there's room for just one more |
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Once more, make room for just one more |
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One more |
