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Placebo: this picture<br /><br />I hold an image of the ashtray girl<br />of cigarette burns on my chest<br />I wrote a poem that described her world<br />That put our friendship to a test<br />And late at night Whilst on all fours<br />She used to watch me kiss the floor<br />What's wrong with this picture?<br />What's wrong with this picture?<br /><br />Farewell the ashtray girl<br />Forbidden snowflake<br />Beware this troubled world<br />Watch out for earthquakes<br />Goodbye to open sores<br />To broken semaphores<br />you know we miss her<br />we miss her picture<br /><br />Sometimes it's faded<br />disintegrated<br />for fear of growing old<br />Sometimes it's faded<br />assassinated<br />for fear of growing old<br /><br />Farewell the ashtray girl<br />Angelic fruit cake<br />Beware this troubled world<br />Control your intake<br />Goodbye to open sores<br />Goodbye and furthermore<br />you know we miss her<br />we miss her picture<br /><br />Sometimes it's faded<br />disintegrated<br />For fear of growing old<br />Sometimes it's faded<br />assassinated<br />For fear of growing old<br /><br />Hang on<br />Though we try<br />It's gone<br />Hang on<br />Though we try<br />It's gone<br /><br />Sometimes it's faded<br />disintegrated<br />For fear of growing old<br />Sometimes it's faded<br />assassinated<br />For fear of growing old<br /><br />Can't stop growing old...<br />Can't stop growing old...<br />Can't stop growing old...<br />Can't stop growing old...<br />Can't stop growing old...