If I could put you in a frame I'd draw you smiling
With a cigarette in your mouth
And your hands reaching out for something
If I could, if I could wear all your clothes I'd still be different
And if I had your speaking voice I'd never whisper
I'd talk and talk and talk
We will be winners
Our heads glued together
And all is indefinite in you
Whatever you've been told
Don't turn to God because you're cold
Try the black one, wh
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