How To Hang a Warhol

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Momma, someday you'll be so proud
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 of me
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You'll see me hanging in the New 
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York gallery
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Someday i'm gonna draw from the 
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left side of my brain
People are gonna ask, 'is it 
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brilliant or plain?'

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But as long as I don't know how to 
hang a Warhol
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I keep sketching birds, that are all
 like herds
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Very simple and true, like, you 
know, when we do to
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And if you like them, yeah
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But if you don't, its  ot bad
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'Cause I really don't care

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I said, Papa someday I'm gonna 
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write a symphony
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48-Piece band all dressed up like me
I said, I'll write someday the 
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saddest of old songs
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I'm gonna chill the marrow in their
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 bones

                  F#m
But as long as I can't get into 
Carnegie Hall
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I keep writing songs that are all my
 own
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Very simple and dumb, like I always 
have done
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If you like them, yeah
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But if you don't, too bad
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'Cause it's all I have

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Ever since I met her, I keep 
thinking
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'God, how great it is to play a 
guitar'
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This way I feel that she's always 
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with me
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'Cause every other song's telling 
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me that this time
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Is about our love