[Verse 1 Blackhawk] My old friend lives up in the mountains He says, even though interpretations What I count on, this little picture to me Seems blurred, hard lines and the shadows come easy I see it all just as clear as a bell I just cant seem to set my easel to please me I paint my heaven but it looks like hell [Chorus] Yeah your blue might be gray Your less might be more Your window to the world might be your own front door And your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night Its just about right [Verse 2] He said, man I aint coming down til my picture is perfect And all the wonder is gone from my eyes Down through my hands and onto the canvas Still like my vision but still a surprise Real life he says is the hardest impression Its always moving so I let it come through That my friend I say is the glory of true independence Just to do what you do, what you do, what you do You might also like[Chorus] Yeah your blue might be gray Your less might be more Your window to the world might be your own front door And your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night Its just about right [Verse 3] My old friend came down from the mountain Without even looking he found a little truth You can go through life with the greatest of intentions But you do what you do, what you just gotta do [Chorus] Yeah your blue might be gray Your less might be more Your window to the world might be your own front door And your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night Yeah your blue might be gray Your less might be more Your window to the world might be your own front door And your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night Thats just about right Thats just about right, yeah
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