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Who has taken all the heart aches
And all the pain he can stand
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I can tell he is dying. I see death in his eyes
Oh yes I know, I know when he's crying
'Tis my tears, my tears that he cries
I am so tired of how he feels inside
I mix the paint with my hand
As I paint a wrinkled brow and hair that is turning grey
Oh tell me how, how can I paint a smile
And eyes that keep turning away?
I am painting in oil, a portrait and I'm the man
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