In my dusty house
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In my dirty clothes
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Seated in a town on the verge of extinction
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Struggling with a tune
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Alone I compose a bittersweet ditty
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About an ex-girlfriend
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But why bother with painful memories?
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Why tear out my heart for all the world to see?
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Why not paint by number
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Catchy melody
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Burn it up the charts with sweet simplicity
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Then do it again
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Gotta get away
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Maybe we should stay
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Seated in a town on the verge of explosion
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New York and LA
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Noone listening anyway
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Busy predicting the next big thing
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So why bother with changing scenery?
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Why pack up the car and move to California?
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Why not paint by number
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Catchy melody
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Playing all the parts in deadly harmony
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Then do it again
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Put the keys into the car
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Put the car into drive
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You can take us to the moon
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Just take us for a ride
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In his dusty house
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In his dirty clothes
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Seated in a town overrun by tourists
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Struggling with a tune so alone he composes
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A bittersweet ditty in the 3rd person
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So why star in your fictional stories?
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Why try to deny your criminal and thieves?
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Go ahead Paint By Number
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Phony fake I.D.'s
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Burn it up the charts with sweet
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simplicity, then do it again
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-repeat chorus-
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Paint By Numbers
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