| I’ve looked, through a camera lens before
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| But I’m hooked, like I don’t get anymore lips
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| Oh yours, they could star a war
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| So I stood, there was shadows dancing on the walls
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| Burning wood, in this fortress of ours
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| And I took, a picture of you
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| Hmm, isn’t it a bit familiar?
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| The colors in your eyes
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| Hmm, it’s like I’ve seen this picture
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| A hundred times
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| So we shook, down this dusty wooden floor
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| And I could feel that your were mine to hold
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| When I took a picture of you
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| Hmm, isn’t it a bit familiar?
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| The colors in your eyes
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| Hmm, it’s like I’ve seen this picture
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| A hundred times
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| I took a picture
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| And I will keep it like, my deepest secret
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| I will keep it like, the gift of an angel
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| The gift of an angel
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| And I will keep it like, a scar on my chest
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| I will keep it like, the tears I can handle
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| The tears I can handle
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| And I looked through a camera lens before
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| But I’m hooked like I don’t get anymore lips
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| Oh yours, they could end a war |