When I look up to the skies I see your eyes a funny kind of yellow I rush home to bed I soak my head I see your face underneath my pillow I wake next morning, tired, still yawning See your face come peeping through my window
Pictures of matchstick men and you Mirages of matchstick men and you All I ever see is them and you
Windows echo your reflection When I look in their direction now When will this haunting stop? Your face it just won't leave me alone
Pictures of matchstick men and you Mirages of matchstick men and you All I ever see is them and you
You're in the sky and with the sky You make men cry, you lie You're in the sky and with the sky You make men cry, you lie
Pictures of matchstick men and Pictures of matchstick men and you Pictures of matchstick men ....
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