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I have a friend, he is made mostly of paint.
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He wakes up, drives to work, and then straight back home again.
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He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper.
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I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover.
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And I tried to tell him he had a sense of color and composition so magnificent.
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And he said "Thank you, please but your flattery is truly not becoming me.
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Your eyes are poor. You are blind. You see, no beauty could have come from
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me.
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I am a waste of breath, of space, of time."

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