Jeff Black - Thats Just About Right Chords

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My old friend lives up in the mountains
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He flew up there to paint the world
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He says even though interpretation's what I count on
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This little picture to me seems blurred
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Hard lines and the shadows come easy
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I see it all just as clear as a bell
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I just can't seem to set my easel to please me
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I paint my heaven and it looks like hell

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Is it me or is my vision jaded?
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If I ask you, will you tell me true?
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I say, no and yes, I think the world you've painted
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Man, it's just the way that it appears to you

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Oh, your blue might be gray, Your less might be more
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Your window to the world might be the big front door
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Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
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That's just about right

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He says, man I ain't coming down
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Until my picture is perfect
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And all the wonder has gone from my eyes
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Down through my hands and on to the canvas
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Still like my vision but still a surprise
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Still life he says is the hardest impression
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Man It's always moving so I just let it come through
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That my friend I say is the glory of true independence
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Just to do what you do (what you do what you do

 
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I don't think people's visions get jaded
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I think the times change and so does the truth
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So in that I think the world you've painted
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Man it's just the way that it appears to you

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Oh, your blue might be gray, Your less might be more
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Your window to the world might be the big front door
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Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
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That's just about right

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We ended our talk on how many friendships had faded
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And nowadays what makes a picture seem real
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The simpler versions are not complicated
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Thanks for the brushes man I'll see you next year
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So let's roll on we know what we're here for
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Souvenirs of all that we've seen
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So write a story paint or yourself or paint the town
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And when you look around hey you know where you've been

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If you wonder if your vision is jaded
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You just ask someone who will tell you true
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One true friend who sees all that you've painted
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They'll say hey man, that looks just like you 
                                (how do you do it?)

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Oh, your blue might be gray, Your less might be more
        G                                A                D
Your window to the world might be the big front door
        G         A                     Bm              G
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
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 your blue might be gray, Your less might be more
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Your window to the world might be the big front door
        G         A                     Bm              G
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
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That's just about right

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