Ive got a photograph I took a picture of you I took your photograph in front of my favourite view You play the part so well You look so sure and free No one could ever tell that you belong to me And cause you lie so well Ive got to pin you down Under lock and key So you will always be in my in my collection If you cant speak you cant lie If you cant run and you cant hide I know a place you cant die So no one lives inside My collection I want to capture you I want to immortalize The way you play with your hair The way you flash your eyes I [...]
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See those people there? They look after me This is a photograph of who I might be Man in a uniform, bride on his arm Mum always was a fool for money and charm He’s been talkin’ in his sleep again Sayin’ he’s sorry, callin’ my name Sayin’ how he’s so ashamed Alone again in the lap of luxury Since it happened I had nothin’ to say It used to bother them but now it’s okay Mother cleans his dreadful house every day Scrubbing at the stains that won’t go away They sent me away to the school in the park They said it would be good for me I still hear the other kids cry in the dark Alone [...]
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Cover my eyes The light falls on her face Dangerous lines Dangerous colours & shapes Ferocious designs Connected and ready to play Buttoned up tight Crimson and Halloween white She’s like the girl in the movie when the spitfire falls Like the girl in the picture that he couldn’t afford She’s like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors Pain and heaven Pain and heaven The meaning of life A hair falls out of place Cover my eyes Dangerous colours and shapes And when she moves Cover my eyes She’s like the girl on the T.V. with the red guitar Like the girl with the dealer [...]
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A ghost of a mist was on the field The grey and the green together The noise of a distant farm machine Out of the first light came A tattered necklace of hedge end trees On the southern side of the hill Betrays where the border runs between Where Mary Dunoon’s boy fell Easter here again, a time for the blind to see Easter, surely now can all of your hearts be free Out of the port of Liverpool Bound for the North of Ireland The wash of the spray and horsetail waves The roll of the sea below And Easter here again, a time for the blind to see Easter, surely now can all of your hearts be free [...]
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