Lyrics

I'm sick of living like I'm only ever giving
So that I can take the praise
I got to speaking to the man at my door
About how to change my ways
I found a reason in the seat of my soul
But that thing's seen better days
You'd better put me in my place
To paint beyond the grey
Paint beyond the grey
Oh, I know I said I'd do this for you
But you and I both know that's not true
But that won't make no difference to the shade
Paint beyond the grey
Ooh
(Paint beyond the grey)
Paint, paint beyond the grey, yeah
Put me in my place
To paint beyond the grey
Written by: James William Robert Bathgate
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