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Photograph Violin

brand new Tennessee Waltz There's no telling who will be there When I leave it'll be like I found you, love Descending Victorian stairs Feeling like one of your photographs

your thighs And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, With the photographs there, and the moss And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty My cheap violin

thighs And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, With the photographs there, and the moss And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty My cheap violin

, Descending Victorian stairs, IA'm feeling like one of your photographs Trapped while IA'm putting on airs, And getting even by asking, "Who cares". So, have all of your passionate violins

Photographic memories, scanners on our love affair Like we were the L.A. Times, the headlines read, 'Beware' I don't deal in hearsay, calculation ain'

From in the shadow she calls And in the shadow she finds a way Finds a way And in the shadow she crawls Clutching her faded photograph My image under

us around It's the slip of the surgeon's knife Darker crimes of common existence It's a missile sleeping in the ground It's a camera trying to photograph

your thighs And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, With the photographs there, and the moss And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty My cheap violin

From in the shadow she calls, and in the shadow she finds a way, finds a way. And in the shadow she crawls, clutching her faded photograph, My image under