| Pictures of you
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| It’s just pictures of you
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| Through the bedroom door
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| With that sly little grin
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| Say you want it some more
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| But there’s people around
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| And they don’t look so nice
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| Tell me why don’t they move
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| 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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| You came to my house
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| You were lost in the crowd
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| Said you had to get out
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| You were covered with tears
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| And they said you were sad
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| Yes, you wanted to play
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| Oh, yes, you wanted to play
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| Well, you touched me and smiled
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| As you let yourself go
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| No, but something was wrong
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| 'Cause your touch was so cold
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| Like you’d been in the ground
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| And you asked if you could 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
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| Oh, your skin was so white
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| With the moon in your eyes
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| On that cold winter night
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| When your lips were so soft
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| That I thought they would melt
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| And the sound of your breath
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| And the way that you felt
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| I said «yes»
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| And I said «yes»
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| It’s just pictures of you
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| Lying nude in the sand
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| With a rose in your teeth
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| With the? |
| in your hand
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| It’s just pictures of you
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| Standing high on a cliff
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| With the wind in your hair
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| And a smile on your lips
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| And your eyes were so wild
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| You started to laugh
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| Blending in with the wind
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| It 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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| My lips
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| Pictures of you… |