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| The painter's hands are trembling | now |
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| And if she's out there running w | ild |
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| It's just because I taught her | how |
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| The masterpiece that we had p | lanned |
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| Is laying shattered on the | ground |
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| Mona Lisa lost her s | mile |
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| And the painter's hands are trembling | now |
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| And the eyes that used to burn for me |
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| Now they no longer look my way |
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| And the love that | used to be |
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| Why, it just got lost in yesterday |
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| And if she seems cold to the touch |
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| Well there used to burn a | flame |
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| I gave too little, took too | much |
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| 'Til I erased the painter's name |
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| Chorus instrumental |
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