Vincent

Don Mclean

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paint your palette blue and

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grey

look out on a sum

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mer's day

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yes that know the darkness in my

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soul

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s

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sketch the trees and the da

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ffodils

catch the breeze and the

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winter chills

in

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colors on the snowy linen land

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derstand

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what you tried to s

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ay to me

G/F#

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how you suffered for your

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sanity

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how you tried to set them

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free

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they did not

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know how

p

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erhaps

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they'll listen now

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Starry starry

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night

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flaming flo'rs that b

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rightly blaze

swirling clouds in

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violet haze

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eflect in Vincent's eyes of China blu

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e

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morning fields of a

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mber grain

weathered faces

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lined in pain

are s

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oothed beneath the artist's loving ha

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nd

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derstand

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what you tried to

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say to me

G/F#

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how you suffered for your

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sanity

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how you tried to set them

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free

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know how

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erhaps

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they'll listen n

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ow

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love you

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but still your love was t

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rue

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Em

and when no h

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ope was left in sight

on that s

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tarry starry night

You t

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ook your life as l

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overs often do

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But I c

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ould have told you Vincent

this w

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orld was never meant for one

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eautiful as yo

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u

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portraits hung in empty h

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alls

frameless heads on na

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meless walls

with ey

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es that watch the world and can't f

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orget

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the ragged men in r

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agged clothes

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oody rose

lie cr

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ushed and broken on the virgin s

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now

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know

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what you tried to

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say to me

G/F#

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how you suffered for your

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sanity

and

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how you tried to set them f

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ree

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t'ning still

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perh

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aps they never w

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ill

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