| Well I hear you are a painter now
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| Though you’re almost halfway through
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| You pulled a pallet knife, you cut away a wife
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| And you started something new
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| But it was not the strife of married life
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| That ordained what you would do
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| A quick look back through your history
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| Shows the same things goading you
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| It’s just like you to try painting
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| Because you’re color blind
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| Each time you conquer something
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| That’s the time you change you’re mind
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| And now your new preoccupations
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| Give you your handicap to start
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| Yes you’re happiest when you’re chasing clouds
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| With a halfway broken heart
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| Paint a picture of yourself
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| Let the images flash past
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| Don’t weep on watercolors
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| Michael make this moment last
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| Paint the kid with restless eyes
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| Yeah the way you looked back then
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| 'Cause the man keeps getting frightened
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| When that boy’s not born again
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| I remember how you led us
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| Back when we all were kids
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| And the fact that you were older
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| Made us copy what you did
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| And that day you bought that cheap guitar
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| We all fell into line
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| We got hooked on music
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| But you drifted off in time
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| So I can see you at your easel
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| Splay legged there you stand
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| And your eyes are darting back and forth
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| Brush flashing in your hand
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| Yeah you’re reaching always for that dream
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| You need to make you real
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| Leaning in a heavy wind
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| That no one else can feel
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| Paint a picture of yourself
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| Let the images flash past
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| Don’t weep on watercolors
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| Michael make this moment last
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| Paint the kid with restless eyes
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| Yeah the way you looked back then
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| 'Cause the man keeps getting frightened
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| When that boy’s not born again, again |