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The pictures you paint aren't as pretty as they once seemed to me |
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And the coffee's bitter 'cause it's been boiling too long |
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And the jokes you tell aren't as funny as they once seemed to me |
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And the songs you sing are just plain hackneyed |
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But the stars shine down on all God's children |
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And the sun sets on the good on the evil |
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And I know you |
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And I know you |
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The throbbing flowers outside, I get it |
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And the paint peeling from the bathroom walls |
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And the smile on your face is alive |
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And the smile on your face is real pretty |
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And the sun shines down on all God's children |
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And the stars burn for the good and the evil |
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And I know you |
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And I know you |
