| My dear, I’ve painted a picture
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| I’ve painted a picture for the questioned wall
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| I’ll hang it up with the rest soon right up with the next few that come along
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| One more, there’s room for just one more
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| Once more make room for just one more
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| My dear, you’ll see I’ve enlisted the colors I’ve lifted from the world we’ve
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| shared
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| I awake, climb into a good mood while up in the front room arranging chairs
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| One more, there’s room for just one more
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| Once more make room for just one more
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| It’s just enough, but it goes on and on
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| A touch too much, yeah, it goes on and on
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| It’s just enough, but it goes on, and in a touch enough
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| Is too much, but oh, well
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| If these walls, they could tell
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| They’d say, «what's the fuss?
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| Well, you worry too much»
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| From what I, what I can tell
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| There’s enough space up there
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| Though in time it’ll disappear, I’ll enjoy being here
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| One more, there’s room for just one more
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| Once more, make room for just one more
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| One more |