Gauguin
Tired of the climate in Paris
So critically bleak
And his wife and companions
Who thought he was nothing
But an artistic freak
A most unhappy man
Gauguin
Slept without fire in the winter
And dreamed about Eve
And the garden of Eden
Until he was sure
There was nothing left to leave
Until nothing was pleasing
Nothing made sense anymore
And he took a train down to Marseilles
And went searching for Paradise
Just a little further on
Paradise
You know they'll never miss you til you're gonе
I got no more pearls to throw to swine
I cannot turn this watеr into wine
This bitter cup you offer me will not suffice
So I'm gonna go down and search for Paradise
Tired of the climate in Paris
So critically bleak
And his wife and companions
Who thought he was nothing
But an artistic freak
A most unhappy man
Gauguin
Slept without fire in the winter
And dreamed about Eve
And the garden of Eden
Until he was sure
There was nothing left to leave
Until nothing was pleasing
Nothing made sense anymore
And he took a train down to Marseilles
And went searching for Paradise
Just a little further on
Paradise
You know they'll never miss you til you're gonе
I got no more pearls to throw to swine
I cannot turn this watеr into wine
This bitter cup you offer me will not suffice
So I'm gonna go down and search for Paradise
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