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I was painting a still life this morning 
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Of a throat lozenge sitting on a copy 
Of Tropic of Cancer 
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The only thing weird about it 
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Is that a year ago,  
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I never thought I'd paint anything again 
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I decided I wasn't ever gonna paint again 
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It didn't bother me too much 
Warhol's dead,  
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David Hockney's still alive 
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I don't need to paint 

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I painted over ten thousand paintings 
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Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones, and light ones 
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I've done haystacks 
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And rich old ladies by their pools  
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Wearing nothing but a scarf 
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I've painted everything there was to paint 
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Now it was time to sit back 
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Give interviews, get on the internet 
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Hang out at club med 
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Take stock of what I've done 
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You know, the best friend I ever had was a dog 
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It sounds like a cliche unless it's happened to you 
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Some days that dog was the only reason I even got out of bed 
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That dog went everywhere with me 
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And then I heard the crack addicts 
Were stealin' dogs and selling them for animal research 
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It sounded like an urban myth to me 
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Like the mouse in the Coke bottle 
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But I started leavin' her at home after that 
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You know, Paula was my wife for a while 
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She ran off to Paris with the great grandson of Van Gogh 
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A cartoonist who did fashion graphics for Le Monde 
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When Paula left she took my dog 
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I never saw her again 
Except in the court during the custody battle 
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She won and got to keep the dog 
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And I didn't speak to anyone for months 


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You know sometimes it feels 
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Like there's so much that you need 
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Sometimes the world is upside down 
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Sometimes it feels  
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Like the only thing you need 
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Is holdin' someone's hand as you walk through town 



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I started hanging around with Dino 
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He used to run a poker game back east 
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Now he sells cappuccino to his old pals 
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Tommy Chicago and Jimmy the Wig and Ugly Rose 


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You know the best person I ever knew 
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Was a Mormon woman named Estelle 
She still calls me drunk every few months 
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And asks me stuff I don't want to talk about 
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You can't talk to her very long unless you're drunk yourself 
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Then we go all night 

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She says, "Why baby, why baby, why baby, why 
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Have you turned your back on love? 
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You had so many chances 
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Why have you let 'em all go by?" 

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Well, one morning I was sitting in front of Dino's place 
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with Jake the Shears, a guy from Philly 
Who gives free mohawks 
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There were a couple of young painters 
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I was hopin' to come by 
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So I could give 'em some advice 
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Yeah, I was sittin' there updating my list of enemies 
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When this girl walks in  
And the universe kind of stops 
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Turned out she drank the same tea as me 
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It don't take more than that to start a conversation sometimes 
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She believed collage was the greatest of all the arts 
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And was busy pasting pictures of horses 
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Next to ads for laundry soap 
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Next to Mohammed Ali 
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She had a turquoise in her ear 
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And said Rachmaninoff was always in her head 
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Later that day I was trying to describe her to Jimmy the Wig 
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I couldn't find any words 
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And I realized I'd started to sketch her chin 
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Somehow it didn't look right 
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I scratched it out and tried it again 
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I filled an entire pad 
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I threw it away, I never even came close 

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For six days I sat at Dino's place 
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The rain wouldn't quit and no one came in 
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Finally on the seventh day it cleared 
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And in she walked 
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I asked her to sit with me  
And I bought her a cup of tea 
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And I asked her to model for me sometime 
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That afternoon I was at a canvas 
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She was wearing a yellow dress 
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I swore if she let me, I'd get it right 

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I've painted over ten thousand paintings 
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Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones, and light ones 
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But sitting there, it was like I couldn't even 
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Write my own name 
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I apologized and said, "It's been a few months 
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If you have patience, I'll get the hang of it again" 
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In the next few weeks, I painted her hundreds of times 
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If I get the nose right, the chin's too long 
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If I get 'em both right, the face is too thin 
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But I keep after it and one day 
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I get it all right 


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I painted a still life this morning 
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Of a throat lozenge  
sitting on a copy of Tropic of Cancer 
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The only thing that's funny 
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Is I never thought 
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I'd paint anything again 
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I think I might go visit Estelle 
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Those Utah mountains are good for the soul 
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I'll bring my brushes  
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And some Jack Daniels 
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And we can make up for lost time 

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She said, "Why baby, why baby, why baby why? 
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Have you turned your back on love 
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You had so many chances 
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Why do you let 'em all go by? 
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Why baby, why baby, why baby why? 
Have you turned your back on love 
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You had so many chances 
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Why do you let 'em all go by?" 

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Sometimes it seems like there's so much that you need 
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Sometimes the world is upside down 
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Sometimes it seems like the only thing you need 
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Is holdin' someone's hand as you walk through town