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There's a portrait in a room
Which I keep for days upon, I relent
And gaze for hours on the muscle skin and
Of some imaginary

So how it?
Show me please, how I will look in twenty
And let me please history in every line
And that's painted there in front of me

It matter, what I'm thinking
What I tell to do
end up calling

I stay in to the fridge
Now the kid has gone to bed, a feeling of
At least when around the trouble's there
It's worse to wake up her falling 'round the room

Johnny, you're like a mother
To the you've fallen for
And you're falling

Listen Johnny, you're a mother
To the girl you've for
And you're still falling and if they come
You'll roll up tight and take whatever's to you