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Pictures Of Matchstick Men

When I look up to the sky
I see your eyes, a funny kind of yellow
I rush home to bed, I soak my head
I see your face, underneath my pillow
I wake next morning tired still yawning
see your face come peaking through my window

Pictures of matchstickmen and you
Mirages of matchstickmen and you
All I ever see is them and you


Windows echo your reflection
when I look in their direction now
When will this haunting stop
your face it just won't leave me alone

Pictures of matchstickmen and you
Mirages of matchstickmena and you
All I ever see is them and you
You're in the sky, you with the sky
you make men cry you lie
You're in the sky, you with the sky
you make men cry you lie


Pictures of matchstickmen,
Pictures of matchstickmen.......