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hammer on the b string when you do the F
FA (003210)
DO FA DO FA
I have a friend, he's mostly made of paint
DO FA DO FA
He wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again
DO FA DO FA
He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper
DO FA DO FA
I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover
SOL DO FA
And I tried to tell him that he had a sense
SOL DO FA
Of color and composition so magnificent
FA SOL FA SOL
And he said thank you, please, but your flattery
FA SOL FA SOL
It is truly not becoming me
FA SOL FA SOL
Your eyes are poor, you're blind, you see
FA SOL FA SOL
No beauty ever could have come from me
DO FA
I'm a waste
DO FA DO FA DO FA
Of breath, of space, of time
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