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Andy, it's me, haven't seen you in a while
I wished i talked to you more when you were alive
I thought you were self-assured when you acted shy
Hello it's me

I really miss you, i really miss your mind
I haven't heard ideas like that in such a long, long time
I loved to watch you draw and watch you paint
But when i saw you last, i turned away

When billy name was sick and locked up in his room
You asked me for some speed, i though it was for you
I'm sorry that i doubted your good heart
Things always seem to end before they start

Hello it's me, that was a great gallery show
Your cow wallpaper and your floating silver pillows
I wish i paid more attention when they laughed at you
Hello it's me

Pop goes pop artist, the headline said
Is shooting a put-on, is warhol really dead
You get less time for stealing a car
I remember thinking as i heard my own record in a bar

They really hated you, now all that's changed
But i have some resentments that can never be unmade
You hit me where it hurt i didn't laugh
Your diaries are not a worthy epitaph

Oh well, now andy, guess we've got to go
I wish some way somehow you like this little show
I know it's late in coming but it's the only way i know
Hello it's me

Goodnight, andy

Goodbye, andy
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