Norman Fucking Rockwell

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  Goddamn, man-child
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  You fucked me so good that I almost said, "I love you"
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  You're fun and you're wild
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  But you don't know the half of the shit that you put me through

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   Your poetry's bad and you blame the news
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   But I can't change that, and I can't change your mood

Ahh ah-ah ah-ah-ah

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  'Cause you're just a man, it's just what you do
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Your head in your hands as you color me blue
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  Yeah, you're just a man, all through and through
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Your head in your hands as you color me blue
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  Blue, blue, blue

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  Goddamn, man-child
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  You act like a kid even though you stand six foot two
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  Self-loathing poet, resident Laurel Canyon, know-it-all
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  You talk to the walls when the party gets bored of you

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   But I don't get bored, just see you through
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   Why wait for the best when I could have you?

You ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh

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  'Cause you're just a man, it's just what you do
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Your head in your hands as you color me blue
C                      Bb                      Am
  Yeah, you're just a man, all through and through
                   Bb
Your head in your hands as you color me blue
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  Blue, blue

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You make me blue---, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh
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Blue, blue, blue

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