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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(s. alan taylor/lisa palas)

That old picture with my arm around you
Tore it to pieces this morning at two
Score one for me
I took your portrait off the living room wall
Then i started on the ones in the hall
Had a bonfire
I decided it was time to forget
So i got rid of every picture you left

Chorus:
But what do i do with this picture of you in my mind
I close my eyes and i still see you saying goodbye
I know i’d be okay if i could just throw away
This picture

I walk alone down a crowded street
And see your face in everybody i meet
When’s it gonna end
Every single night i crawl into bed
Hoping sleep will keep you out of my head
I should know better
Everytime i turn around there you are
I never thought your memory would go this far

Repeat chorus twice & tag

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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I hold an image of the ashtray girl
of cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
and put our friendship to the test
And late at night
Whilst on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
What’s wrong with this picture?
What’s wrong with this picture?

Farewell the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake
Beware this troubled world
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores
To broken semaphore
You know we miss her
We miss her picture

Sometimes it’s fated
(We) disintegrate it
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it’s fated
(We) Assassinate it
For fear of growing old

Farewell the ashtray girl
Angelic fruitcake
Beware this troubled world
Control your intake
Goodbye to open sores
Goodbye and furthermore
We know we miss her
We miss her picture

Sometimes it’s fated
(We) disintegrate it
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it’s fated
(We) Assassinate it
For fear of growing old

Hang on
Though we try
It’s gone
Hang on
Though we try
It’s gone

Sometimes it’s fated
(We) disintegrate it
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it’s fated
(We) Assassinate it
For fear of growing old
I can’t stop growing old…