Achin' to Be - Bearsville Version

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 closes her mouth to speak and
 What comes out's a mystery
 Thought about, not understood
 She's achin' to be
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 Dance alone in nightclubs
 Every other day of the week
 And no one understands it
 And no one, checks his 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
 Achin' a mile to my ways, oh why, oh
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 Well she's kind of like an artist
 Who uses paints no more
 She never showed me what she's doing
 Never shows 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
 She closes her eyes to see
 Thought about an' only loved
 She's achin' to be
 achin' to be
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 achin' to be