Pictures Songtext
von Dance Hall Crashers
Pictures Songtext
If you don′t know me, please, why don't you tell me
′Cause I don't wanna be with you no more
The story that you tell, please, somebody yell
I feel the sound before I hear your voice
A midnight battle, the moon casts a shadow
I swear I won't know of you anymore
From a phone booth, dime, tell the truth
I look up through this splint of broken glass
Now you don′t got a picture of me anymore
Now you don′t got a picture of me anymore
If you don't know me, please, why don′t you tell me
'Cause I don′t wanna be with you no more
The story that you tell, please somebody yell
I feel the sound before I hear your voice
If I thought it possible, would you render it impossible
Get as close to darkness as you can
From a phone booth, dime, tell the truth
I look up through this splint of broken glass
Now you don't got a picture of me anymore
Now you don′t got a picture of me anymore
If you don't know me, please, why don't you tell me
′Cause I don′t want to be with you no more
The story that you tell, please, somebody yell
I feel the sound before I hear your voice
A midnight battle, the moon casts a shadow
I swear I won't know of you anymore
From a phone booth, dime, tell the truth
I look up through this splint of broken glass
Now you don′t got a picture of me anymore
Now you don't got a picture of me anymore
Now you don′t got a picture of me anymore
Now you don't got a picture of me anymore
′Cause I don't wanna be with you no more
The story that you tell, please, somebody yell
I feel the sound before I hear your voice
A midnight battle, the moon casts a shadow
I swear I won't know of you anymore
From a phone booth, dime, tell the truth
I look up through this splint of broken glass
Now you don′t got a picture of me anymore
Now you don′t got a picture of me anymore
If you don't know me, please, why don′t you tell me
'Cause I don′t wanna be with you no more
The story that you tell, please somebody yell
I feel the sound before I hear your voice
If I thought it possible, would you render it impossible
Get as close to darkness as you can
From a phone booth, dime, tell the truth
I look up through this splint of broken glass
Now you don't got a picture of me anymore
Now you don′t got a picture of me anymore
If you don't know me, please, why don't you tell me
′Cause I don′t want to be with you no more
The story that you tell, please, somebody yell
I feel the sound before I hear your voice
A midnight battle, the moon casts a shadow
I swear I won't know of you anymore
From a phone booth, dime, tell the truth
I look up through this splint of broken glass
Now you don′t got a picture of me anymore
Now you don't got a picture of me anymore
Now you don′t got a picture of me anymore
Now you don't got a picture of me anymore
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