| Look here, picture if you can
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| An old photograph in my hand
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| Gaze in, remember if you can
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| Hazy days, far away lands
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| By the river we played side by side
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| With a tree trunk and a tune
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| Drawing the scene on an etch-a-sketch
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| Loaned by a friend of a friend you once knew
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| I’ll buy you a rocking horse
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| Take you to places you knew before
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| Time left us blind with old newspaper eyes
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| And when paper money
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| Was less than exciting and yet coins were inviting
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| Like silver suns
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| Look here, picture if you can
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| An old photograph in my hand
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| In our own secret garden we play
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| I the spider, you the fly
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| Counting the woodlice that crawl at our feet
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| Don’t ask when, don’t ask where, don’t ask why
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| I’ll buy you a rocking horse
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| Take you to places you knew before
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| Time left us blind with old newspaper eyes
|
| And when paper money
|
| Was less than exciting and yet coins were inviting
|
| Like silver suns
|
| Time left us blind with old newspaper eyes
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| And when paper money
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| Was less than exciting and yet coins were inviting
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| Like silver suns |