Chords for Ari Goldwag - The Artist

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[G] I _ [D] once _ _
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_ was an artist [G] who set out to paint [Gm] the most beautiful _ work [D] of _ art _ _
[A] Taking his time, [Bm] though the man was [D] a master, [G] for the vision had come from [A] his _ _ heart.
[D] Each color was [G] chosen and added with care, [Gm] every hue had a purpose, [D] a place.
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And when it was done, just [Bm] one look at [D] the canvas, [G] or a smile to the [A] artist's _ face.
Can [G] you see how the colors [A] all blend and [B] combine?
[D] How the darkness [A] fades [Bm] into light?
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[G] Can you see all the care [A] behind every [Bm] design?
[D] And how nothing [A] is all black [Bm] or white?
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[G] Can you tell every brush, [A] every stroke, every touch, [F#] makes a difference, no matter [Bm] how slight?
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[Em] Can you see in the end, [D] every inch plays its part, [G] in bringing my painting [D] to life?
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[Bm] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _
_ One [D] _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[D] _ of the colors [G] did not _ _ understand, [E] the role in the painting [D] he played. _ _
[C#m] I'm off to one side, [Bm] and my colors are shallow.
[G] What difference have I [A] really made? _ _ _ _
[D] I don't have their beauty, [G] their splendor or grace.
[Gm] I'm just a mistake, [D] it appears.
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And he cried to the heavens [Bm] and poured out his heart, [G] as the pain slowly turned into [A] _ _ tears.
I [G] can see how their colors [A] all blend and [B] combine, [D] in my darkness [A] compared to [Bm] their light.
[E] There [G] is no one who'd care for [A] my simple design.
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[D] If I fade [A] away, it's [Bm] _ alright.
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[G] I can tell every brush, [A] every stroke, every touch, makes [F#] a difference, except [Bm] for mine.
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[Em] In the shadows of others, [D] so bold and so bright, [G] how can my colors possibly [D] _ shine? _ _
[Bm] Oh, oh, _ _ _ _ _
[G] oh, oh, _ _ oh, oh, [A] oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, [D] oh.
The _ artist asked, [G] in a voice so, so kind, [Gm] why the color did not play [D] his _ part. _ _
[A] You're my _ creator, [Bm] you know I'm [D] unworthy [G] Just a stain on your [D] work of _ art _
Instead of _ replying, [G] the artist just smiled [Gm] And whispered, my friend, [D] say no _ more _
[A] And touching the paints, [Bm] laid the tears on his fingers
[G] And holding them high, [Am] took them far from the canvas
[G] To a view they could not see [A] before
_ _ _ Can _ _ _ _ _
[G] you see how your colors [A] all blend and combine? _
[D] How the darkness [A] fades into [Bm] the light
[A] _ _
[G] Can you see all the care [A] behind every design?
And [D] how nothing [A] is all black [Bm] or _ white? _
[G] Can you tell every brush, [A] every stroke, every touch
Makes [F#] a difference, no matter [Bm] how slight? _ _
[Em] So you see, in the end, [D] you too play a part
[G] In bringing [A] my painting [Bm] to life _ _ _
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[Em] So you see, in the end, [D] you too play a part
[G] In bringing [A] the painting [D] to life
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[Bm] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
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[Em] Oh, oh, [A] oh _
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