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Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past. |
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Here's a pretty desert scene and here a sea of grass. |
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Likely orchards and vacant lots, big men grinning and holding hands. |
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All the time the season's win and everything is lost |
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Something said's been said before but it's often worth repeating. |
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All the times that made the world are slipping into forgetting. |
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How are you and what did you do before you started thinking? |
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I am fine and shaky still, this side of things gets clearer. |
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I'll never have the time to suffer my easy past. |
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I'll never have a camera to distub my rosy past. |
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I'll never have a sober night whilst the drink lasts. |
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Here is a picture, I guess he's probably dead. |
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Here's another picture, the fantastic three off their heads. |
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Ignore this Western trip, little thing, there's so many other ideas. |
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I live in the songlines of boys from all over the world |
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Something said's been said before and here I am repeating |
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That all the times that made my world cannot be forgotten |
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And I'll never have a camera to keep these lies. |
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Here am I sitting in the sun with burning skin and a big red book |
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And here are you on holiday, I wonder if you still look that way. |
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These damn pictures |
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I could forget |
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Things so quickly |
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But they're always here |
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I cannot throw |
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Memories away. |
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Here comes the sickler |
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With his brand new polaroids. |
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Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past. |
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Here I go into fogginess, all my past destroyed. |
