Well I come home in the evening
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To the same old house alone
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And in the silence of these empty rooms
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I take shelter from the storm
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But I brought a paint box
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And some brushes to pass the time
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Since you've been gone
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It's a portrait of a broken man
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And the colors always run
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A figure in a landscape
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It's a work of art, you'll see
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A figure in a landscape
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It's a masterpiece of loneliness, that's me
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Well I climb the stairs in this haunted house
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To find your spirit everywhere
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With the bright stars on the rooftops
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And my old friend the moon is there
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But I can't quite get the colors right
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See I'm reaching for the deepest blue
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It's a one man show, I'm free again
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But still belong to you
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Chorus
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And I stand there in the kitchen light
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With your ghost and memories
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Got what I wanted I got my freedom
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But I miss you still
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Chorus
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Masterpiece of Loneliness
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| John Waite |
