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• Artiste: John Wesley Harding
• Titre: Still Photo
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I saw you yesterday I couldn't let it be I had to sift through broken glass To find out if you missed me But all I found was a slow fade A gift-wrapped box of band aids And a note that said "I'm never coming home" Beneath my single bed Everything's haphazard There's boxes full of bits of you And none of them are numbered When I search, it's deja vu Things I think I knew I should have thrown away this time last year Every time I touch you You move so slow Every time I touch you You move so slow And you're still like your photo I heard me yesterday Repeating my own name To persuade myself That none of us had changed And now I'm walking round the grooves Of a record I lost when we moved There's dust and scratches mixed with all these tears Every time I touch you You move so slow Every time I touch you You move so slow And you're still like your photo And I still like your photo Should we throw it all away The failed long shots through far distant styles Those forced smiles, those forced smiles It started off so on the mark But it missed by one million miles Nothing has developed This darkroom gets me down I'd throw on all the lights But I'm afraid you'll come around You're living in a limbo hell A life that's only parallel Is the real you aware what's going on? Every time I touch you You move so slow Every time I touch you You move so slow And you're still like your photo And you're still like your photo And I still like your photo