Coldplay When You See Marie Famous Old Paint Better [portable] -

Oh, when you see old Paint a-comin' Drop your doors and let him in He’s an old cow pony and he’s done lots of rollin' Way out in Montana, toss a rope around him

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The paint shop’s window is smeared but honest. Inside, the rows of tins are stacked like planets waiting to be named—colors with names that sound like poems: Afterglow, Weathered Hope, Quiet Parade. You remember a summer when you and Marie would come here and invent new names for colors, daring each other to be more exact than the other. Your favorites were the imperfect ones: a blue that was almost purple, a yellow that suggested regret and breakfast simultaneously. Oh, when you see old Paint a-comin' Drop