| I was looking at the black and white world
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| It seemed so exciting
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| If you’d only put me back to back with that girl
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| When the night’s inviting
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| With just a little lighting
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| There’ll never be days like that again
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| When I was just a boy and men were men
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| You never go from moment to moment
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| You’re the living double of a single fiction
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| You’re very colorful with your compliments
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| As you feel the finger’s friction
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| It’s a freeze-frame
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| Still it’s real life
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| You don’t want to look
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| 'Cause you’ve seen the film and you’ve read the book
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| I was looking at the black and white world
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| Trying to name some pin-up
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| Those days she was just a beautiful girl
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| Now she’s framed and hung up
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| I thought she was young
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| Up until I saw her last night in close detail
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| Though they all fade away when you’re so pale
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| It’s more than just a physical attraction
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| It starts with a face and ends up a fixation
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| But you’re never gonna feel a fraction
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| Of the way it used to work on your imagination
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| When you were looking at the black and white world
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| When you were looking at the black and white world
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| When you were looking at the…
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| When you were looking at the black and white world
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| When you were looking at the black and white world
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| When you were looking at the black and white world
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| When you were looking at the black and white world
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| When you were looking, when you were looking
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| When you were looking at the black and white world… |