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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