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When I look up to the sky |
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I see your eyes |
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A funny kind of yellow |
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Rush home to bed |
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I soak my head |
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I see your face underneath my pillow |
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I wake next morning |
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I'm still yawning |
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I see your face looking through my window |
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Pictures of matchstick men and you |
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Images of matchstick men and you |
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Alls I ever see is them and you |
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Windows echo your reflection |
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When I look in their direction now |
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There your face is haunting me |
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Your face just won't leave me alone |
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Pictures of matchstick men and you |
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Images of matchstick men and you |
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Alls I ever see is them and you |
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You're in the sky |
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You're with the sky |
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You make men cry |
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You are, you're in the sky |
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You're with the sky |
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You make men cry |
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Pictures of matchstick men . . . |
