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When I look up to the skies |
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I see your eyes a funny kind of yellow (yellow) |
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I rush home to bed I soak my head |
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I see your face underneath my pillow (pillow) |
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I wake next morning, tired, still yawnin' |
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See your face come peepin' through my window (window) |
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Pictures of matchstick men and you |
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Mirages of matchstick men and you |
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All I ever see is them and you |
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When I look up to the skies |
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I see your eyes a funny kind of yellow (yellow) |
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I wake next morning, tired, still yawnin' |
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See your face come peepin' through my window (window) |
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Pictures of matchstick men, pictures of matchstick men |
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Windows echo your reflection |
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When I look in their direction now |
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When will this haunting stop? |
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Your face it just wont leave me alone |
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Pictures of matchstick men and you |
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Mirages of matchstick men and you |
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All I ever see is them and you |
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You're in the sky and with the sky |
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You make men cry, you lie (lie...) |
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You're in the sky and with the sky |
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You make men cry, you lie (lie...) |
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Pictures of matchstick men and pictures of matchstick |
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men and (you...) |
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Pictures of matchstick men, pictures of matchstick men |
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and you (you...) |
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And you |
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La lalala la la |
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La lalala la lah |
