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(8 by 10, 8 by 10)
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SPOKEN: All that's left of our old love now is just your picture, 8 by 10.
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(A souvenir of things that might have been)
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(My lonely world is only 8 by 10)
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(8 by 10, 8 by 10)
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SPOKEN: I remember the night that you gave me this picture. I ought to-I've
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relived it so many times. I remember how I couldn't wait to get home and put in a
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frame and tell everybody that you were mine.
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Backups continue with (A souvenir of things that might have been)
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while Bill SPEAKS: Because you WERE mine, at least till someone else came
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along and took you off out of my sight. It's a good thing that you did leave me your
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picture, though. Because now I can cry on your shoulder every night.
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(8 by 10, 8 by 10)
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(My lonely world is only 8 by 10)
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SPOKEN: It's awful to be jealous of an old picture frame but I'm jealous of anything
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that's close to you. And that picture frame seems to be holding you pretty tight. That
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looks like more than I'LL ever do. I wish that I could just be the glass in that frame
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and be so close to the lips that I love. I AM glad that I've at least got your picture
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to hold but sometimes it's just not enough.
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(8 by 10, 8 by 10)
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(My lonely world is only 8 by 10
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8 X 10
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| Bill Anderson |
