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Frame by Frame (Cassadee Pope) · Frame by Frame (Cassadee Pope) · Frame by Frame: The Essential King Crimson (King Crimson) · Frame by Frame, Vol. 1: 1969-1974 [Japan CD] (King Crimson) · Frame by Frame: The Essential King Crimson (King Crimson) · AFI [Clean] (AFI) · AFI (AFI) · Reggae Nation: Island Movement [Full Frame] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Frame of Mind (Sandy) · Picture in a Frame (Ben Harper) – and 90 other albums »


Your hair frames a perfect face.
Tallulah wasn't liberated,
By France or any other revolution.
What she's missing
Is someone
Who will listen
portrait
Missing from their hall of honor
No frame to claim me
In silver black and gold

Lost in the afternoon
Missing an hour or two
Turn the crystal set
arm back
Except

The million cooks of any earth moment You have ever seen
Have let you hold the mirror by the edges 
With the frame off for a minute
a lover, no, no, no
The wretched beast is tame
I don’t need a lover
So blow out the flame

There’s nobody missing
There is no reward
Little by little
I think of slow motion frame by frame 

(Everything I see) 
Oh 

Picture me all over you 
And all over me (all over me) 
Baby you're the star
have closed by now
Not that there's anyone that you would know anyway
You can't say those last words
Alone but so strong
But tell me how long can you
Nothing's missing but
Something's wrong
So we kick it around like a bad day
I was thinking
No that moment's gone
Oh by the way

Who's leaving
the headlights ahead are in blinking confirmation offering reassurance we were right take it back down this is me hanging from a nail, missing the broken frame
Bells of glory, please remain the same
Winds of fury, cycle in the rain
Cycle in the rain, with the span of time
Through the frame of mind
Bells of glory, please remain the same
Winds of fury, cycle in the rain
Cycle in the rain, with the span of time
Through the frame of mind the winds
Smile here we go
A picture and a flash
These years went by so fast
And it seems 
As we pose
Though we started out as friends
Our love will
a perfect frame
Little by little by little by little bit
You slipped away to a mile from an inch
And I don’t know how
We ended up here now

Wonder why does it
a perfect frame
Little by little by little by little bit
You slipped away into my prominence
And I don’t know how
We ended up here now

Wonder why does it
and dwell inside my frame
You restrain the waves
And tame fierce lions
I mean fierce liars, crush empires
We all hanging by a thread cutting at the wires
This ain't a twinkle twinkle little star
But this may be the fattest track by far
And still the competition is, eager to listen
I keep shooting,
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take it frame by frame it
To have y'all jumping, shouting, saying it
O is for Other, P is for Peoples', scratch
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
We used to play jump the line,
Or who could wrap the swing around the frame the most times, back in the day,
Riding our bike around the estate
I switch lanes, it's still blurry, then switch frames
Clowning these lames you're Bill Murray in Quick Change
Control your mission, keep up with my
[Tite]
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
[Tite]
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
[Tite]
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do