| They say my final masterpiece
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| Was this house upon the hill
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| High above the great and mighty river
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| My hand could not hold the brushes
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| Yes I guess I lost my will
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| And you can’t keep painting paradise forever
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| Oh forever
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| From the Andes to Niagara
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| To where we stand today
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| I drew the great creations of my master
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| 'Til the oil and the canvas
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| Lord I threw them all away
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| And traded them for stone and brick and plaster
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| I traded them all for you
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| (Winter wind blows and the river lies frozen at my feet)
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| I traded them all for you
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| (Springtime come and the river wanna run above the street)
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| She came to me one night
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| While I was tossing in my dreams
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| She said she’d give my family protection
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| I recall the night I died
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| Beneath her arches and her beams
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| I thanked her for the shelter and direction
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| I was lost until Olana
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| (Sun beat down on a summertime town -- he left me there)
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| I was lost until Olana
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| (Watching these hills turning gold for one more year)
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| Oh I’ve been from Jerusalem to Rome
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| Now I’m floating through these rooms tonight alone
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| And looking back on everything
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| All I ever wanted was a home
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| I was lost until Olana
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| How sweet the sound
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| How sweet the sound
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| They say my final masterpiece
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| Was this house upon the hill
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| I was lost until Olana
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| How sweet the sound
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| How sweet the sound |