Was it you in the shadows
Iīve got to get this right
Walking away with your arms folded tight
How can I promise
Iīll never let you down
Put one worf on me
Iīm not the new man in town
Oh, thatīs so not the way
You should look at it
The effort in art
Comes from the heart
A place thatīs blood red
And hits from the start
Mister mister draw me your picture
Put on your suit and tie
Pour yourself a glass of wine
Youīre in a buyers hands
You canīt really lose
Just the dough that went
On all the paint you use
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