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| ...Half a photograph to remind you | |
Newspaper lies open to the page that lay open When you finally decided that it just doesn't matter Candles burned down 'til there was smoke trailing off A bitter pool that lay wasted, growing hard And you, by the telephone not calling And you, by the window not breathing In the room with the news that you kept to yourself Half a photograph to remind you Half a photograph - at your feet lies half the picture One and one makes two - two halves of a picture One of your borders has caved in.... One and one makes two halves of a picture They fit nicely together for the longest time And you, rip the faces from your photographs And you, rip the fabric of your life In the room with the news that you kept to yourself Half a photograph to remind you Half a photograph - at your feet lies half the picture One and one makes two - two halves of a picture One of your borders has caved in.... And you, by the telephone not listening And you, by the telephone not breathing In the room with the news that you kept to yourself Half a photograph to remind you | |
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