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Pictures Of Matchstick Men
  
   Oh 
 Ah 
 Oh 
 Ah 
    When I look up to the sky 
 I see your eyes in a funny kind of yellow 
 I rush to bed I soak my head 
 I see your face underneath my pillow   
 I wake next morning tossed and yawning 
 I see your face come peeping through my window 
 Oh no   
 Oh 
 Ah 
 Oh 
 Ah   
 Pictures of matchstick men and you 
 Images of matchstick men and you 
 All I ever see is them and you   
 Oh 
 Ah 
 Oh 
 Ah   
 Windows echo your reflection 
 When I look in their direction 
 Gone 
 Yeah they're gone   
 When will this haunting stop 
 Your face just won't leave me alone 
 Oh no   
 Pictures of matchstick men and you 
 Images of matchstick men and you 
 All I ever see is them and you   
 Oh you're in the sky 
 You're with this guy 
 You make men cry, you lie   
 Pictures of matchstick men 
 I can see those matchstick men