All the rowboats in the paintings
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They keep trying to row away
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And the captains' worried faces
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Stay contorted and staring at the waves
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They'll keep hanging in their gold frames
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For forever, forever and a day
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All the rowboats in the oil paintings
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They keep trying to row away, row away
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Hear them whispering French and German
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Dutch, Italian, and Latin
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When no one's looking I fetch a sculpture
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Marble, gold, and soft as satin
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But the most special are the most lonely
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God, I pity the violins
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In glass coffins they keep coughing
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They've forgotten, forgotten how to sing, how to sing
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First there's lights out, then there's lock up
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Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
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It's their own fault for being timeless
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There's a price to pay and a consequence
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All the galleries, the museums
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Here's your ticket, welcome to the tombs
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They're just public mausoleums
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The living dead fill every room
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But the most special are the most lonely
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God, I pity the violins
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In glass coffins they keep coughing
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They've forgotten, forgotten how to sing
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They will stay there in their gold frames
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For forever, forever and a day
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All the rowboats in the oil paintings
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They keep trying to row away, row away
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First there's lights out, then there's lock up
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Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
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It's their own fault for being timeless
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There's a price to pay and a consequence
|
All the galleries, the museums
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They will stay there forever and a day
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All the rowboats in the oil paintings
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They keep trying to row away, row away
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All the rowboats in the oil paintings
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They keep trying to row away, row awaya˘ć|
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All The Rowboats
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| Regina Spektor |
