How To Hang A Warhol Tabulatur von Little Joy

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Mama, someday you'll be so proud of me
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You'll see me hanging in a New York gallery
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Someday I'm gonna draw from the left side of my brain
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People are gonna ask, "is it 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 her
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Very simple and true, like you've known me to do
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And if you like 'em, yeah
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But if you don't, it's not bad
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'Cause I really don't care


      A                      D             A
Said, Papa someday I'm gonna write a symphony
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48-piece band all dressed up like me
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I said, I'll write someday the saddest of all songs
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I'm gonna chill the marrow in their 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
                F#m
Very simple and dumb, like I always have done
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And if you like 'em, yeah
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But if you don't, too bad
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'Cause it's all I have // Ever since I met her,
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I keep thinking, god, how great it is to play a guitar
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This way I feel that she's always with me
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'Cause every other song, underneath it's tongue
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Is about our love