Pictures painted by your hands
Will never look the same again
These colours run
These colours fade
What once was bright
Has now turned to grey
There's a place in which I keep
Parts of you and me
As they were meant to be
As just a memory
Pictures painted by your hands
Will never look the same again
These colours run
These colours fade
What once was bright
Has now turned to grey
There's a place in which I keep
Parts of you and me
As they were meant to be
As just a memory
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