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I feel just like Picasso |
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And you're my masterpiece |
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I painted you a lifetime |
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Now what's left are memories |
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Oooh |
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Sunlight's in the curtains |
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Diamonds in the trees |
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I gave you colors blue and gold |
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As you lay upon the sheets |
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Something so familiar drawn from this blank page |
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Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase |
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No matter how I try, no matter what I do |
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I'm still painting pictures of you |
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I could almost smell your perfume |
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In each brush stroke of the flowers |
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I left you tea from China |
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Waiting in your sacred tower |
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Something so familiar drawn from this blank page |
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Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase |
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No matter how I try, no matter what I do |
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I'm still painting pictures of you |
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If I should go crazy, if I would go blind |
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I'd still fill the canvas from the pictures in my mind |
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If that's the only way to make you mine |
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It was something so familiar |
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Drawn from this blank page |
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Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase |
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No matter how I try, no matter what I do |
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I'm still painting pictures, I'm always painting pictures |
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Still painting pictures of you |
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Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh... |
