| There aren’t any photographs of us
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| There aren’t any photographs of you
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| Your memory is locked inside my head
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| You are everything to me
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| I cannot see when you are close
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| First second death the rest is bliss
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| And now I miss your deadly gift
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| You are everything to me
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| Don’t want these things to pass
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| I can’t trust you on my mind
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| I’m scared to make things last
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| ‘Cause when you’re near I’m nearly blind
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| Don’t want these things to pass
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| I can’t trust you on my mind
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| I’m scared to make things last
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| ‘Cause when you’re near I’m nearly blind
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| I’m nearly blind
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| I’m nearly blind
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| I want to give you something you can hold
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| I want to give you something you can trust babe
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| I’d like to have a photograph of you
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| I’d like to have a photograph of us
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| Don’t want these things to pass
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| I can’t trust you on my mind
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| I’m scared to make things last
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| ‘Cause when you’re near I’m nearly blind
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| Don’t want these things to pass
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| I can’t trust you on my mind
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| I’m scared to make things last
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| ‘Cause when you’re near I’m nearly blind
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| I’m nearly blind
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| I’m nearly blind
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| I’m nearly blind
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| I’m nearly blind
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| Don’t want these things to pass
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| I can’t trust you on my mind
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| I’m scared to make things last
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| ‘Cause when you’re near I’m nearly blind
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| Don’t want these things to pass
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| I can’t trust you on my mind
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| I’m scared to make things last
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| ‘Cause when you’re near I’m nearly blind
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| I’m nearly blind
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| I’m nearly blind
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| I’m nearly blind
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| When you’re near I’m nearly blind |