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a_picture_to_prove
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birdmad
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Yeah. you were here once. always in my sight but just out of my reach (faraway so close, the angels reading the thoughts that passed between us, never reaching the other) yeah. you wee here once
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010424
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silentbob
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Every picture tells a story
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010424
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Down
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And sometimes that story is a long boring and down right painful piece of crap
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010425
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unhinged
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i had to throw that picture in the garbage. i'm one to hold on to things but that was just burning right through me. i didn't want proof of that.
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010425
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soia
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that I used to cause your happiness. doesn't matter now.
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010505
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silentbob
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Long way from home, Lost by an echo I’d never have known. I’ve got pictures to prove I was there, But you don’t care. Here’s me overseas, Across the pond by the Dover peaks. I’ve smuggled myself into new nationalities, You think you’d be proud of me. There’s room to believe, Out of sight, Out of mind, Out of reach. Start over Is no way to begin. Long way from home, Lost by an echo I’d never have known. I’ve got pictures to prove I was there, But you don’t care. There’s room to believe, Out of sight, Out of mind, Out of reach. Start over Start over Is no way to begin. There’s room to believe, Out of sight, Out of mind, Out of reach. Start over Start over Is no way to begin. No way to begin. Way to begin. get up kids
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010506
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depeche bird
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"what good is a photogtaph of you when everytime i look at it it makes me feel blue what good is a souvenir of something we once had when all it ever does is make me feel bad? i wish i could tear it up but then again, i haven't the guts i wish i could throw it on the fire i wish i could but to say i would i'd be a liar" exerpted from "a photograph of you" 1982, M.L. Gore
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010506
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unhinged
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i just started listening to the getupkids again because we are reconciled now. i always associated them with you because it was all so true. '...but you don't care...'
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010506
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l o s t
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mission accomplished evidence destroyed.
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010817
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Cicero
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you inhabit my photos and so inhabit my soul or maybe it's the other way around
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041004
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flux
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if i burned my photos, did i burn any bridges? did i burn any memories?
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041004
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aM i DiStUrBeD?
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you still exist. Haunting, as you always said, the present. Your forbidded past. Forever in my dreams. your existance. Whispering your secrets The ones who are listening. your voice is still heard.
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041005
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crOwl
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a ghost that haunts his own house.
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041005
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silentbob
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ever since i put your picture in a frame
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041006
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once again
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I have a single picture and it proves that you're alive. But I'll never need a picture of you and me intertwined.
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041006
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mysticlove
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out of sight out of reach but never out of mind i've got a picture but that's all i got
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041007
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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