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Albums:

Maximum Cure: The Unauthorised Biography of the Cure (The Cure) · A Cure for What Ales You (Skoidats) · A Cure for What Ales You (Skoidats) · A Cure for What Ales You (Skoidats) · I Will Cure You (Vic Reeves) · The Throes Remix Remix (Two Gallants) · Pictures of You/Fear of Ghosts (The Cure) · You Ought to Be in Pictures (Rita Ellis Hammer) · Pictures Of You (The Last Goodnight) · Pictures Of You (The Last Goodnight) – and 90 other albums »


You give sweet, and how easily, I, I fall deep
Your touch pours like honey on my skin, smooth it lingers
You, the cure the cause
Of my blues
My only
You give sweet, and how easily, I, I fall deep
Your touch pours like honey on my skin, smooth it lingers
You, the cure the cause
Of my blues
My only
wall for the world to see

Pictures of you
Pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to be

There is a drug that cures it all
Blocked by
to tell you what to do when
All your feelings are gone

Dancin' in the dark
To cure my heart
Dancing in the dark
To cure my heart
Dancin' in the dark
a portrait of the raw shit
 
Picture that while I spit anthrax
On your CD tape and wax so stand back
You don't really wanna jump the gun
In the airless
disease in the world
It's not cancer, it's not aids
The cure will not be found
By any physicist or scientist
Cause any cure living every single one
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Even though I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do, 
And then I, chase this paper you ain't gotta wait for me
a picture with a IAm Foto Sosho
Yeah, you got a cold chick, but I got a colder ho
But she don’t really know shit, so I gotta show the ho
Hide your paper, yeah
They put it in the tabloids.
Got a look at Fergi's boobs, my my.
Honey, honey, yeah.

You know JFK didn't really die.
They got a picture and he looks all
a portrait of the raw shit
 
Picture that while I spit anthrax
On your CD tape and wax so stand back
You don't really wanna jump the gun
In the airless
(Twista)

[Hook:]
You ain't neva heard a slow jam like this
You ain't neva had a remix like this
You ain't neva been freaky like this
Rollin on 24's
the wrong picture remix
I'm chillin with G. Simone eatin dinner haha
The 1997 winner, of your respect 
High tech, you get the album or cassette that's
the wrong picture remix
I'm chillin with G. Simone eatin dinner haha
The 1997 winner, of your respect 
High tech, you get the album or cassette that's
the wrong picture remix
I'm chillin with G. Simone eatin dinner haha
The 1997 winner, of your respect 
High tech, you get the album or cassette that's
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Even though I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do, 
And then I, chase this paper you ain't gotta wait for me
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Even though I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do, 
And then I, chase this paper you ain't gotta wait for me
your please-me groove (?)
Lost, bitter, pain is flowing through
She's just a flower choked by weeds
I've got to try to cure my need
Obsessed with
But to light them on fire in the trash by the bed
When you came to visit you said you'd wait forever
Now rumor has it you only wish me dead

Picture me
sister
I hear her crying by my side
Mama's shaking as she holds her
We try to hold her through the night

And Mom says, ?Close you eyes, mijito
Dream
broke into a drugstore
To cure his daily need
He didn't mean to shoot the guard
But he was blinded by the greed

Oh johnny
You see that nun, she's
a picture with a IAm Foto Sosho
Yeah, you got a cold chick, but I got a colder ho
But she don’t really know shit, so I gotta show the ho
Hide your paper, yeah
into a drugstore
Just to cure his daily need
Didn't mean to shoot the guard
But he was blinded by the greed

Oh, Johnny

See that nun, she's his sister
(Steve: I don't know Woody.
 Are you sure you've got this think hooked up right?
Woody: Listen man, music is my life.
Steve: Alright. Two, three,
never got a chance to say 
Like you look smashing 
In your fourth grade picture 
The one that we hung by the door 
In our house that was so beautiful
chains

Some times it's hard to live at all
The pictures of your history call
Your mind's a decorated wall
But the Lord has the cure for your pain