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Every Picture I Paint
Intro:
[G] [C] [G] [C]
[Em] [G] [C] [G] [Em]
Verse:
[G]See her lying [Em]in my [Am]bed
My [Em]pillow stuffed beneath her [G]head
[G]Her hair is like a [Em]sea of [Am]gold
I'd [Em]love to say it [G]to her[C]
[G]Kiss her lips, they're [Em]wet with [Am]spit
It's [Em]more a flavor, taste like [G]wine[C]
[G]Sticking something [Em]cold in[Am]side
As [Em]icicles form on my [G]spine[C]
[G]You're very presence [Am]turns me dear
It takes a [C]hundred thousand colors to [Am]paint you
And every [C]picture that I paint doesn't [Am]capture you[G]
[G]You're very presence [Am]turns me dear
It takes a [C]hundred thousand colors to [Am]paint you
And every [C]picture that I paint doesn't [Am]capture you[G]
[G]See her lying [Em]in my [Am]bed
My [Em]pillow stuffed beneath her [G]head
[G]Her hair is like a [Em]sea of [Am]gold
I'd [Em]love to say it [G]to her[C]
[G]Kiss her lips, they're [Em]wet with [Am]spit
It's [Em]more a flavor, taste like [G]wine[C]
[G]Sticking something [Em]cold in[Am]side
As [Em]icicles form on my [G]spine[C]
[G]You're very presence [Am]turns me dear
It takes a [C]hundred thousand colors to [Am]paint you
And every [C]picture that I paint doesn't [Am]capture you[G]
[G]You're very presence [Am]turns me dear
It takes a [C]hundred thousand colors to [Am]paint you
And every [C]picture that I paint doesn't [Am]capture you[G]
[G]You're very presence [Am]turns me dear
It takes a [C]hundred thousand colors to [Am]paint you
And every [C]picture that I paint doesn't [Am]capture you[G]
[G]You're very presence [Am]turns me dear
It takes a [C]hundred thousand colors to [Am]paint you
And every [C]picture that [Am][G]
Every Picture I Paint
Intro:
[G] [C] [G] [C]
[Em] [G] [C] [G] [Em]
Verse:
[G]See her lying [Em]in my [Am]bed
My [Em]pillow stuffed beneath her [G]head
[G]Her hair is like a [Em]sea of [Am]gold
I'd [Em]love to say it [G]to her[C]
[G]Kiss her lips, they're [Em]wet with [Am]spit
It's [Em]more a flavor, taste like [G]wine[C]
[G]Sticking something [Em]cold in[Am]side
As [Em]icicles form on my [G]spine[C]
[G]You're very presence [Am]turns me dear
It takes a [C]hundred thousand colors to [Am]paint you
And every [C]picture that I paint doesn't [Am]capture you[G]
[G]You're very presence [Am]turns me dear
It takes a [C]hundred thousand colors to [Am]paint you
And every [C]picture that I paint doesn't [Am]capture you[G]
[G]See her lying [Em]in my [Am]bed
My [Em]pillow stuffed beneath her [G]head
[G]Her hair is like a [Em]sea of [Am]gold
I'd [Em]love to say it [G]to her[C]
[G]Kiss her lips, they're [Em]wet with [Am]spit
It's [Em]more a flavor, taste like [G]wine[C]
[G]Sticking something [Em]cold in[Am]side
As [Em]icicles form on my [G]spine[C]
[G]You're very presence [Am]turns me dear
It takes a [C]hundred thousand colors to [Am]paint you
And every [C]picture that I paint doesn't [Am]capture you[G]
[G]You're very presence [Am]turns me dear
It takes a [C]hundred thousand colors to [Am]paint you
And every [C]picture that I paint doesn't [Am]capture you[G]
[G]You're very presence [Am]turns me dear
It takes a [C]hundred thousand colors to [Am]paint you
And every [C]picture that I paint doesn't [Am]capture you[G]
[G]You're very presence [Am]turns me dear
It takes a [C]hundred thousand colors to [Am]paint you
And every [C]picture that [Am][G]
