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The Picture
 
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Union Maid:
458. 2006-06-08


My boots are heavy my lips are parched
The summers burnt my feet to the bones
And the thorny bough sticks to the cotton
The heats rising as the sun it shows
The skin beneath the pale white town
Round this costal edge twisting to crawl
And the wind that blows back to our youth
Left us little room to stall

And the picture isnít as clear as you
Itís father than I can see
No matter what you wear
Or where you are
Youíll always look that way to me

And you go searching to have and hold
To mess with another hired hand
Did you find another a rival and a lover a true family man?

And the picture isnít as clear as you
Itís father than I can see
No matter what you wear
Or where you are
Youíll always look that way to me

And you go searching to have and hold
To match with another hired hand
Did you find another a rival and a lover a true family man?

And this picture isnít as clear as you
Itís father than I can see
No matter what you wear
Change your hair
Youíll always look that way to me


 

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