People always change For better or for worse Sometimes they get off Or on their High Horse, But people sometimes change Their passion in exchange For their joy, and that’s no good. And me, I’m puttin away my Paint Brush and Pallete. And instead, I’m singin songs Songs of misfortune, and fear and echoes. Songs of sadness, change and sorrow. Exchangin Joy for new passion is Death in some ways. Always filling your Joy with emptiness and Weighing you down. Yes, don’t change I this way. But me, I’m puttin away my Paint Brush and Pallete. And instead, I’m singin songs Songs of misfortune, and fear and echoes. Songs of sadness, change and sorrow. I’ve put away my art, I’ve put away my heart, And I feel the only cure’s Knowing someone who cares Then maybe I’ll go back. Because me, I’m puttin away my Paint Brush and Pallete. And instead, I’m singin songs Songs of misfortune, and fear and echoes. Songs of sadness, change and sorrow. And me, I’m puttin away my Paint Brush and Pallet. And instead, I’m singin songs Songs of misfortune, and fear and echoes. Songs of sadness, change and sorrow. Songs of gray, and dismality and longing.
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