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He was wired
Dynamite
And she was rare as treasure
That's not the kind of story
you deny
In a frame
Under glass
They'll always be together
And so in love
But photographs can lie
Now they say that I have the gaze
That must recall my father
Saying "He's my knight
My bright morning sun"
Now I am mourning everyone
See him now
Know he cheats
Why can't she see through him?
He used to be more valiant
than vain
Put him on
A pedestal
And it's a long way down there
I'll never be his little girl again
Now they say that I have the gaze
That must recall my father
Saying, "He's my knight
My bright morning sun"
Now I am mourning everyone
Someone else will look at me
And think he is my lover
Developing the image in
his eye
In a frame
Under glass
We'll always be together
And so in love
But photographs can lie
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