| Pictures of you
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| It’s just pictures of you, through the bedroom door
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| With that sly little grin, says you want it some more
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| But there’s people around, and they don’t look so nice
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| Tell me why don’t they move, this has happened before
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| This has happened before
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| It’s just pictures of you
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| In darkness
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| Pictures of you
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| I’d been sleeping for hours,
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| when you came to my house
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| You’d been lost in a crowd, said you had to get out
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| You were covered with tears and you said you were sad
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| So you wanted to play
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| Yes, you wanted to play
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| Well you touched me and smiled, as you let yourself go Oh, but something was wrong, 'cause your touch was so cold
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| Like you’d been in the ground and you asked if you could
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| Stay
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| And I said no!
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| It’s just pictures of you
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| In darkness
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| (Pictures of you)
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| In that lovely white dress, oh your skin was so white
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| With the moon in your eyes, on that cold winter night
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| When your lips were so soft, that I though they would
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| Melt,
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| And the sound of your breath and the way that you felt
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| And I said yes
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| And I said yes
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| It’s just pictures of you with a knife in your head
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| With a rose in your teeth lying nude in the sand
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| It’s just pictures of you, standing high on a cliff
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| With the wind in your hair, and a smile on your lips
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| And your eyes were so wild, when you started to laugh
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| Blending in with the wind, sounded just like a scream
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| Why do pictures of you
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| Come to me when I dream
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| In darkness
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| Pictures of you
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| Pictures of you
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| Pictures of you |