| You pour your heart out on the page
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| You bare your soul upon the stage
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| You’ve got the power to make us feel
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| You’ve got the power to help us heal
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| You’re not crazy when it hurts and makes you cry
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| You draw the beauty from your pain
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| Life is just too beautiful to put it in a frame
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| Maybe that’s the reason why Van Gogh went insane
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| You offer up your best and it don’t sell
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| It cut you to the bone and hurts like hell
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| Promise me you’ll still give up your fragile heart
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| Cause you and I both know, baby, it’s still a work of art
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| You’re not crazy if it hurts and makes you cry
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| You draw the beauty from your pain
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| Life is just too beautiful to put it in a frame
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| Maybe that’s the reason why Van Gogh went insane
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| You can taste the colors feel them down so deep
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| Don’t worry 'bout the others if it doesn’t make them weep
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| I hope it always hurts and makes you cry
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| And draw the beauty from your pain
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| Life is just too beautiful to put it in a frame
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| Maybe that’s the reason why Van Gogh went insane
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| Baby, come in from the rain… |