He used to paint in colors
Especially fond of blue
He used to paint in colors
And his colors they were true
He used to paint in colors
And his colors they were bold
He used to paint in colors
Silver, pink and gold
Now his hands are old and tired
And his eyes are tired too
The red's confused with orange
And the green is wrong with blue
He used to paint in colors
'Cause colors they were true
He used to paint in colors
He used to paint the whole night through
They said his work is childlike
I'd take that as a compliment
He stroked the canvas boldly
Like an angel heaven sent
Now his mind is gone
And his portraits cold and stark
His days are long
And the colors have since gone
He used to paint in colors
He used to paint in colors
He used to paint in colors
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