Achin' to Be

Well she's kind of like an artist
 Sittin' on the floor
 Never finishes, she abandons
 Never shows a soul
 And she's kind of like a movie
 Everyone rushes to see
 And no one understands it
 Sittin' in their seats
 She opens her mouth to speak and
 What comes out's a mystery
 Thought about, not understood
 She's achin' to be
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 Well she dances alone in nightclubs
 Every other day of the week
 People look right through her
 Baby doll, check your cheek
 And she's kind of like a poet
 Who finds it hard to speak
 Poems come so slowly
 Like the colors down a sheet
 She opens her mouth to speak and
 What comes out's a mystery
 Thought about, not understood
 She's achin' to be
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 I've been achin' for a while now, friend
 I've been achin' hard for years
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 Well she's kind of like an artist
 Who uses paints no more
 You never show me what you're doing
 Never show a soul
 Well, I saw one of your pictures
 There was nothin' that I could see
 If no one's on your canvas
 Well, I'm achin' to be
 She closes her mouth to speak and
 Closes her eyes to see
 Thought about an' only loved
 She's achin' to be
 Just like me