Status QuoPictures 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 sunk my head I see your face underneath my pillow I wake next morning, tired still yawning See your face come peeking through my window Pictures of matchstick men and you Images of matchstick men and you All I ever see is them and you Windows echo your reflection When I look in their direction gone When will this haunting stop Your face, it just won't leave me alone Pictures of matchstick men and you Images of matchstick men and you All I ever see is them and you You in the sky, you with the sky You make me cry, your eyes You in the sky, you with the sky You make me cry, your eyes Picture of matchstick men and Picture of matchstick men and Picture of matchstick men and
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