Intro
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Verse:
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My old friend lives up in the mountains
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He flew up there to paint the world
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He says, "Even though interpretation's what I count on
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This little picture to me seems blurred
G#m A
Hard lines and the shadows come easy
E B
I see it all just as clear as a bell
G#m A
I just can't seem to set my easel to please me
E A B
I paint my Heaven but it looks like hell"
Chorus:
A B E
Your blue might be gray, your less might be more
A B E
Your window to the world might be your own front door
A B E A Asus5 A
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
NC
That's just about right
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Verse:
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He says, "Man I ain't comin' down until my picture is pefect
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And all the wonder is gone from my eyes
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Down through my hands and on to the canvas
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Still like my vision, but still a surprise"
G#m A
"Real life," he says, "is the hardest impression
E B
It's always movin' so I let it come through"
G#m A
And that. my friend, I say, is the glory of true independence
E B
Just to do what you do what you do what you do
Chorus:
A B E
Your blue might be gray, your less might be more
A B E
Your window to the world might be your own front door
A B E A Asus5 A
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
NC
That's just about right
Verse:
B C#m A E
My old friend came down from the mountain
B C#m A E
Without even lookin' he found a little truth
G#m A
You can go through life with the greatest intentions
E B
But you do what you do what you just gotta do
Chorus:
A B E
Your blue might be gray, your less might be more
A B E
Your window to the world might be your own front door
A B E A Asus5 A
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
NC
That's just about right
Outro:
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