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Red House Painters - Song for a blue guitar
When everything we felt failed and some music soft in distant sails
But it don't sound like it did before, then I know I'm left with nothing more
Than my own soul
When pretty pictures face back but your coats aren't hanging on the rack
Blue water turns to a place that I can't get to
A place that I can't
In a room all I feel is the cold that you left
Through the air all I see is your face full of blame
What's left to see?
What's there to see?
In the room all I feel is the cold that you left
Through the air all I see is your face full of blame
What's left to see?
What's left to see?
What's left to see?
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