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teenage-fanclub — Every Picture I Paint

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We get older every year But you don't change Or I don't notice you're changing I think about it every day But...
You impress me with your style I think you're really cool Everbody looks at you 'Cause you're everybody's fool...
You wanna turn your back on everything You wanna turn your back on everyone Well I try You wanna turn your back...
Fear begin to turn around I guess if everyone listens There's no one left to fight. In your heart someone's...
When I touched your skin I felt your heart beating deep within. And I was sure Everything was ? You're...
You never talk about it If it's too involved You don't wanna know Let it go Let it go And in the...
I don't need a drum, to make a song When I want to speak, I open my mouth If no one listens, I don't care I still...
See her lying in my bed My pillow stuffed beneath her head Her hair is like a sea of gold I'd love to say it her...
You wanna turn your back on everything You wanna turn your back on everyone Well I try You wanna turn your back...
She wears denim wherever she goes Says she's gonna get some records by the Status Quo Oh yeah...Oh yeah... Still...


See her lying in my bed
My pillow stuffed beneath her head
Her hair is like a sea of gold
I'd love to say it her
Kiss her lips, they're wet with spit
It's more a flavor, taste like wine
Sticking something cold inside
Those eyes leave goosebumps on my spine

You're very presence turns me dear
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you



You're very presence turns me dear
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you

See her lying in my bed
My pillow stuffed beneath her head
Her hair is like a sea of gold
I'd love to say it her
Kiss her lips, they're wet with spit
It's more a flavor, taste like wine
Sticking something cold inside
Those eyes leave goosebumps on my spine

You're very presence turns me dear
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you



You're very presence turns me dear
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you

You're very presence turns me dear
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you

You're very presence turns me dear
It takes a hundred thousand colors to paint you
And every picture that I paint doesn't capture you





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