Bright Eyes – Waste Of Paint (Guitar)

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I have a friend, he's mostly made of pain

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He wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again

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He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper

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I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover

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And I tried to tell him that he had a sense

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Of color and composition so magnificent

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And he said thank you, please, but your flattery

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It is truly not becoming me

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Your eyes are poor, you're blind, you see

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No beauty ever could have come from me

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I'm a waste

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Of breath,

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 of space,

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of time

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I knew a woman, she was dignified and true

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Her love for her man was one of her many virtues

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Until one day she found out that he had lied

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And decided the rest of her life from that point on would be a lie

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She was grateful for everything that had happened

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And she was anxious for all that would come next

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But then she wept, what did you expect?

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In that big old house with the car she kept

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And, "Such is life," she often said

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With one day leading to the next

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You get a little closer to your death

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Which was fine with her, she never got upset

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And with all the days she may have left

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She would never clean another mess

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Or fold his shirts or look her best

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She was free

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To waste

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away

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alone

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Last night my brother he got drunk and drove

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And this cop pulled him off to the side of the road

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And he said, "Officer, officer, you've got the wrong man

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No, no, I'm a student of medicine, a son of a banker, you don't understand"

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The cop said, "No one got hurt, you should be thankful

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Your carelessness, it is truly something awful

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And no, I can't just let you go

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even though your father's name is known

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Your decisions now are yours alone

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You're nothing but a stepping stone

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On a path

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To debt,

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 to loss

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to shame

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The last few months I've been living with this couple

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Yeah, you know the kind who buy everything in doubles

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Yeah, they fit together like a puzzle

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I love their love, and I am thankful

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That someone actually received the prize that was promised

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By all those fairy tales that drugged us

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And still do me, I'm sick, lonely

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No laurel tree, just green envy

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Will my number come up eventually?

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Like love's some kind of lottery

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Where you scratch and see what's underneath

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It's sorry,

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just one cherry

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I'll play again

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get lucky

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So now I hang out down by the train's depot

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No, I don't ride, I just sit and watch the people there

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They remind me of windup cars in motion

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The way they spin and turn and jockey (or jerk each other off) for positions

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And I want to scream out that it all is nonsense

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And their life's one track and can't they see it's pointless?

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But just then my knees give under me

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My head feels weak and suddenly

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It's clear to see it's not them but me

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Who's lost my self-identity

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And I hide behind these books I read

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While scribbling my poetry

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Like art could save a wretch like me

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With some ideal ideology

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That no one could hope to achieve

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And I'm never real, it's just a sketch of me

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And everything I've made is trite and cheap

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And a waste

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Of paint

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of tape

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of time

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So I park my car down by the cathedral

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Where the floodlights point up at the steeples

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Choir practice is filling up with people

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I hear the sound escaping as an echo

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Sloping off the ceiling at an angle

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When the voices blend they sound like angels

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I hope there's some room still in the middle

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But when I lift my voice up now to reach them

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The range is too high way up in heaven

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So I hold my tongue, forget the song

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Tie my shoes, start walking off

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And try to just keep moving on

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With my broken heart and my absent God

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And I have no faith and it's all I want

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to be loved,

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and to love

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and believe

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In my soul

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in my sooooooo oh oh ooooh  oh oh  ooooul

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in my sooooooo oh oh ooooh  oh oh  ooooul