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Andy, it's me
Haven't seen you in a while
Wish I talked to you more when you were alive
I thought you were selfish when you acted shy
Hello, it's me
I really miss you
I really miss your mind
I haven't heard ideas like that
For such a long, long time
I love to to watch you draw and to 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 thought it was for you
I'm sorry if 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
The 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 aren't a worthy epitaph
Well now Andy
I guess we've gotta go
I wish somewhere somehow
Your life has little show
I know this is late in coming
But it's the only way I know
Hello, it's me
Goodnight, Andy
Goodbye, Andy