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Well she, she's just a picture |
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Who lives on my wall |
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Well she, she's just a picture |
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And the reason, reason, reason it is so small |
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With a smile so inviting and a body so tall |
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She, she's just a picture |
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Just a picture, that's all |
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Well you stand there, stand there with the nightshade |
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Her dripping ripping down your hands |
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And you ask me, ask me about the lightning |
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And the lady, lady, lady she understands |
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It's a dream for the future and the water for the sands |
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And the strangeness is wandering |
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Through many foreign lands |
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I'd give you, give you quite freely |
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All the clothes of your gipsy fate |
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And I'd suffer, suffer so long in prison |
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If I knew you had to wait |
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With the wind scouring sandstone |
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And the ashes in your grate |
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Somewhere no [???] Emperor |
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The great whale's gone |
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The holy plate |
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And this caravan it becomes an altar |
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And the priests, the priests are big as none |
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And I'll share, share our time together |
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Until our time together is done |
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But your skin it was so pretty |
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And I loved, I loved another one |
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Now she, she's just like some picture |
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That has faded in the sun |
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Well she, she's just a picture |
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Who lives on my wall |
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Well she, she's just a picture |
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And the reason, reason, reason is so small |
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With a smile so inviting and a body so tall |
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Well she, she's just a picture |
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Just a picture, that's all |
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Just a picture, that's all |
