When all the help in the world won't get you by
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When all the friends that you lean on let you down,
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You'll wonder why
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I see you there with your painting box
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And your oils and brushes and your artist's smocks
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What'll you do if the Muse gets lost
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When I'm gone?
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You painted me in the way you said you knew
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I don't believe that I saw myself
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In anything you drew
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I say you never quite caught it right
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You say you see me in a different light
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What'll you do with your black and white
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When I'm gone
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You paint by numbers
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I never noticed it before
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You paint by numbers
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It's just a closing of an open door
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When you're looking round
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You won't see me no more
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You paint by numbers
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Staying here in this room just makes me pale
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I never really could fit into your geometric scale
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I see you measure my profile up
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And you mix your paints in a broken cup
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What'll you do if the brush gets stuck
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When I'm gone
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You paint by numbers
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I never noticed it before
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You paint by numbers
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It's just a closing of an open door
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When you're looking round
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You won't see me no more
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You paint by numbers
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Paint By Numbers
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| Al Stewart |
