| I got this picture in my closet
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| It’s gathering dust right now
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| And the edges have been folded once or twice
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| It doesn’t look the same no more
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| Cause the sun has made it pale
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| I used to have it hanging on my wall sometime ago
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| A picture of you
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| You’re standing by the window and playing your guitar
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| And if I close my eyes I can almost hear your song
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| A picture of you
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| A picture of you
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| And I remember everyday that I’ve spent with you
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| The look you had upon your face
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| When I said goodbye
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| I don’t know why I let you go
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| But I was young and dumb
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| And all that I have left from that time
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| Is a picture of you
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| I could talk to you for hours
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| And we’d stay up all night
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| And when morning came we’d make breakfast in bed
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| I don’t know why I threw away
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| What we had what’s wrong with me?
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| I don’t know why I threw it all away
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| And I remember everyday that I’ve spent with you
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| The look you had upon your face
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| When I said goodbye
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| I don’t know why I let you go
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| But I was young and dumb
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| And all that I have left from that time
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| Is a picture of you
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| A picture of you
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| A picture of you
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| A picture of you…
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| And I remember everyday that I’ve spent with you
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| The look you had upon your face
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| When I said goodbye |