Picture this, You and me
Walking down a white sand Beach
We're holding hands
The warm winds blow
we're all alone
All these dreams are fantasies
They're not real, not reality
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and now I cry over you, nearly die over you
And all these bits and pieces of us that I try to find,
Are only paintings in my mind
faded memories of another place and time
we were happy as can be you were loving me and
now it's just an image that I find like the paintings in my mind
When you left I fell apart,
I was torn, you broke my heart
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Impressions of the way it was long ago
somewhere back in time.
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