from How Did You Find Me Here?
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Now when the paint jar tipped
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Off of the table
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You watched as it started to fall
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Glass popped, shattered and splattered
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And paint spray hit the wall
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Bright, blue glossy enamel
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Across the kitchen floor
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You said, "Good God, look at that pattern
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I've never seen that before"
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Chorus
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Leave it like it is
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Never mind the turpentine
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Leave it like it is
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Its fine
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Now when the paint dried
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You gave it a title
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You called it "Kitchen Blue"
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A white frame painted around it
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And gallery lighting too
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Rich folks come over to dinner
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They all want one of their own
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They say "How much? Who's the artist"
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And, "My what a beautiful home"
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Chorus
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Now most folks suffer in sorrow
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Thinking they're just no good
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They don't match the magazine model
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As close as they think they should
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They live just like the "paint by numbers"
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The teacher would be impressed
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A life-time of follow the lines
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So it's just like all of the rest
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Chorus
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¨Ï David Wilcox, all rights reserved
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Leave It Like It Is
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| David Wilcox |
