| 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 devil 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 |