| All the rowboats
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| In the paintings
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| They keep trying to row away
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| And the captains'
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| Worried faces
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| Stay contorted and staring at the waves
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| They’ll keep hanging
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| In their gold frames
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| For forever, forever and a day
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| All the rowboats
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| In the oil paintings
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| They keep trying to row away, row away
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| Hear them whispering
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| French and German
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| Dutch, Italian, and Latin
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| When no one’s looking
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| I catch a sculpture
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| Marble, gold, and soft as satin
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| But the most special
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| Are the most lonely
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| God, I pity the violins
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| In glass coffins
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| They keep coughing
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| They’ve forgotten, forgotten how to sing, how to sing
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| La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
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| How…
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| First there’s lights out
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| Then there’s lock-up
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| Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
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| It’s their own fault
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| For being timeless
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| There’s a price you pay
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| And a consequence
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| All the galleries
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| The museums
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| Here’s your ticket, welcome to the tombs
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| They’re just public
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| Mausoleums
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| The living dead fill every room
|
| But the most special
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| Are the most lonely
|
| God, I pity the violins
|
| In glass coffins
|
| They keep coughing
|
| They’ve forgotten, forgotten how to sing
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| They will hang there
|
| In their gold frames
|
| For forever, forever and a day
|
| All the rowboats
|
| In the oil paintings
|
| They keep trying to row away, row away
|
| First there’s lights out
|
| Then there’s lock-up
|
| Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
|
| It’s their own fault
|
| For being timeless
|
| There’s a price you pay
|
| And a consequence
|
| All the galleries
|
| The museums
|
| They will stay there forever and a day
|
| All the rowboats
|
| In the oil paintings
|
| They keep trying to row away, row away
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| All the rowboats
|
| In the oil paintings
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| They keep trying to row away, row away |