She said she always liked
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A picture of me
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It was something about the light
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The blue of the see
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She said, the way that I smiled
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A sparkle in my eyes made me shine
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I remember all those times
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I felt so confident
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When the black was black
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The white was white
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The gray, I never saw
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All the things we take for granted
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We never think those changed but they change
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They change
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Time is changing almost everything I know
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And I’m not sure where I stand
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Or where I’ll end
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As black and white
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Turn to gray
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The picture of me
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Starts to fade
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Sometimes I see
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As I look into her eyes
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She wonders if I’ll might
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Find another life
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I’m not sure if she knows who
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I am in my mind and she cries
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She cries
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Time is changing almost everything I know
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And I’m not sure where I stand
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Or where I’ll end
|
As black and white
|
Turn to gray
|
The picture of me
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Starts to fade
|
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Time is changing almost everything I know
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And I’m not sure where I stand
|
Or where I’ll end
|
|
Time is changing almost everything I know
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And I’m not sure where I stand
|
Or where I’ll end
|
As black and white
|
Turn to gray
|
The picture of me
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Starts to fade
|
|
Time is changing almost everything I know
|
And I’m not sure where I stand
|
Or where I’ll end
|
As black and white
|
Turn to gray
|
The picture of me
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Starts to fade
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She said she always liked
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A picture of me
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Picture Of Me
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| Quietdrive |
