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Pictures of you |
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It's just pictures of you, through the bedroom door |
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With that sly little grin, says you want it some more |
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But there's people around, and they don't look so nice |
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Tell me why don't they move, this has happened before |
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This has happened before |
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It's just pictures of you |
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In darkness |
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Pictures of you |
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I'd been sleeping for hours, |
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When you came to my house |
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You'd been lost in a crowd, said you had to get out |
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You were covered with tears and you said you were sad |
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So you wanted to play |
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Yes, you wanted to play |
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Well you touched me and smiled, as you let yourself go |
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Oh, but something was wrong, 'cause your touch was so cold |
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Like you'd been in the ground and you asked if you could |
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Stay |
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And i said no! |
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It's just pictures of you |
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In darkness |
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(pictures of you) |
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In that lovely white dress, oh your skin was so white |
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With the moon in your eyes, on that cold winter night |
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When your lips were so soft, that i though they would |
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Melt, |
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And the sound of your breath and the way that you felt |
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And i said yes |
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And i said yes |
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It's just pictures of you with a knife in your hand |
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With a rose in your teeth lying nude in the sand |
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It's just pictures of you, standing high on a cliff |
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With the wind in your hair, and a smile on your lips |
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And your eyes were so wild, when you started to laugh |
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Blending in with the wind, sounded just like a scream |
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Why do pictures of you |
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Come to me when i dream |
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In darkness |
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Pictures of you |
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Pictures of you |
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Pictures of you |
