Is that the hills under your fingernail The tempest and the hurricane The clouds to come beneath your breath Did you introduce the night to day Orion with the Milky way And all the stars on your rolodex Well you carve and you smash, what you paint you call trash Man you must have something to say Sweat falls to the plate, the burden to create All your colors washed, inspiration lost Yeah, sure, o.k., Monet There's nothing new in the world (ha, na, na, na,) There's nothing new in the world (hey...) Was that the roses knocking at your door Asking how tall that they should grow
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