| 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… |