hammer on the b string when you do the F

F (003210)

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I have a friend, he's mostly made of paint
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He wakes up, drives to work and 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 that he had a sense
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Of color and composition so magnificent

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And he said thank you, please, but your flattery
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It is truly not becoming me
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Your eyes are poor, you're blind, you see
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No beauty ever could have come from me
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I'm a waste
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Of breath, of space, of time