| This old dusty lamp lights up the memories
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| That come alive in these old pictures someone took of you and me
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| I hold 'em like a treasure on lonely nights like this
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| And before I turn the lights down, I press you to my lips
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| Picture me holding pictures of you
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| The only thing that I left to hold onto
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| If you’re wondering where I’ve been
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| And what I’ve done since way back then
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| Picture me holding pictures of you
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| I lay here all alone on your side of the bed
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| I smell your perfume on the pillow where you used to lay your head
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| I dream of yesterday, wipe the tears from my eyes
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| Even though you’re gone forever, I just can’t say goodbye
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| Picture me holding pictures of you
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| The only thing that I left to hold onto
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| If you’re wondering where I’ve been
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| And what I’ve done since way back then
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| Picture me holding pictures of you
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| Picture me holding pictures of you |