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Lyrics

Out in the city
Where the poor souls sleep
We’ve been building an army
Fighting
Disappear in the sunlight
Like dust on wind
I only hear you late at night
Like a sad violin

No oh whoa
I took a picture of you and put it over my bed
But you’ve been dead
You’ve been dead
No oh whoa
A livin’ picture of you is hanging over my bed
But you’ve been dead
You’ve been dead

Back in the city
In a box full of soul
I’ve been looking for pity
Under blankets upon blankets of snow
Think of me as a place
You would go to rest
Covered in cobwebs
In a rotting chest

No no whoa
I took a picture of you and put it over my bed
But you’ve been dead
You’ve been dead
No oh whoa
A livin’ picture of you is hanging over my bed
But you’ve been dead
You’ve been dead

Breathe for a while
Your black and white smile
Watch the picture change as the features rearrange
Mechanical eye
The subject will die
Who will survive when the picture is alive

No oh whoa
I took a picture of you and put it over my bed
But you’ve been dead
You’ve been dead
Whoa whoa whoa
A livin’ picture of you is hanging over my bed
But you’ve been dead
You’ve been dead
No no oh
I took a picture of you and put it over my bed
But you’ve been dead
You’ve been dead

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