| Hello, do you remember me?
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| I’m your painting, your history
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| On a rich man’s wall, I’m to be seen
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| I’ve come to you in your dream
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| You painted for immortality
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| And had such a great ability
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| Colors and brushes were your tools
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| You thought all others were just fools
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| I’m here to torture you tonight
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| There is no hope or help in sight
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| People looking at my face
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| Eternal beauty, charm and grace
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| Noone cares that you’re my creator
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| Soon you’ll fade and meet your maker
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| You were as genius without a doubt
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| With no free time, you were too proud
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| Years ago your friends turned away
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| Because you were working night and day
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| But now you see what you have done
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| For you are old and I remain forever young
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| Traded life for work when you were in bloom
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| Stinging like salt in your wound
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| One thought brings terror to your brain
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| Why did you live your life in vain?
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| Even though your art lives through the ages
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| You lived an empty life in cages
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| Now victimized a price so high
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| Too late to change, soo you’ll die
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| People looking at my face
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| Eternal beauty, charm and grace
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| Noone cares that you’re my creator
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| Soon you’ll fade and meet your maker |