number one camera so here i go i know this feeling
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awfully well i could build a camera custom made
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to tape record the smell of the perfume that we
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used to share until you spilled it on the floor what
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more could anybody ask for i remember you in
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polaroid the glitter and the glue and all that noise i
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should probably sort of miss you but i see you all the
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time in polaroid up up and away in my beautiful
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cliche i have wasted too much precious time
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pretending i'm o.k. i better get out of the kitchen
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next time when i can not stand the heat my feet
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were colder than the hebrides we were bored
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there was nothing else to do playing records and
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posing in the nude it was dirty mind so it was cool
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and i always thought i'd know you everybody knew
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the score they knew they could not trust us but i
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could peel you like a pear and god would call it
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justice i guess there's nothing left to do but live
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with just the memory of you i do in sixties pink and
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light blue
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Number One Camera
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Nina Gordon |