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( Rossi ) |
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When I look up to the skies |
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I see your eyes a funny kind of yellow |
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I rush home to bed |
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I soak my head |
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I see your face underneath my pillow |
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I wake next morning, tired, still yawning |
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See your face come peeping through my window |
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Pictures of matchstick men and you |
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Mirages of matchstick men and you |
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All I ever see is them and you |
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Windows echo your reflection |
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When I look in their direction now |
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When will this haunting stop? |
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Your face it just won't leave me alone |
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Pictures of matchstick men and you |
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Mirages of matchstick men and you |
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All I ever see is them and you |
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You're in the sky and with the sky |
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You make men cry, you lie |
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You're in the sky and with the sky |
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You make men cry, you lie |
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Pictures of matchstick men and |
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Pictures of matchstick men and you |
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Pictures of matchstick men .... |
