Lyrics:
ghost
Won’t look back for the radio
These are the words she wrote
Plain portrait of a city girl
I’ll never see my ghost
Won’t look back for the radio
own
I'm Coping myself, despite the
"Do you think it's time to let go?"
Portrait of a junkie overanalyzed
Gone is sweet embrace it's all compromised
Dead
곧간단거고
그림을 찢어버릴 거란 얘기거든
내가 아니라면 그냥 찢어버려도 돼
날 멋대로 그려놓는 사람들이 너무 많네
Sorry that im not
There is always light behind the portrait
내가 아니라면 그냥 찢어버려도 돼
찢어버려도 돼, 다
painting this this portrait of you I hope you don't mind
Cool
Look maybe we can get together sometime
Uh
I'm a lil nervous so bare with me
Yeah
Ooh
Aye
Out of one billion million things
Out of quadrillion trillion years
Out of the portrait and into the ink
You could be anything that you can think
Out
falling down
Back into love
This wanderlust and cinematic sun
Portraits of
A city's rust
That blue and brown that captures us
I'm falling down
Back into
Eehhhh ehhhh yeeahhh
Eehhhh ehhhh
Eehhhh ehhhh yeeahhh
I'll paint your portrait
I'll paint your portrait
A pop of purple
A hint of grey
I don't
Just Thinking of you
Verse 1
Small bouquet of yellow chamomiles
Fluffy clouds in the skies
Old portrait with your bright eyes
Looks so
en secret
Ce dessin il le fait
Trait pour trait
À partir d'un portrait
Il rêve couché sur un parquet
Dans les bras de sa mère
Dessinée à la craie
Tous
doin' Marni and Stella McCartney
I made a full three-sixty out the 'partment
I'm like Picasso, I paint me a portrait
I'm gettin' money, takin' drugs
the shad ows of my mind
Won't you draw the line where pain begins
And cross it one more time
Feel the portrait of lost innocence
Denial and deep silence
(Yeah, Kira on the phone)
Wir alle sind Legenden
So wahr wie wir hier stehen
Wir kommen fast nur noch zusammen
An einem Sarg auf einem Portrait
Tous les soirs, en secret
Ce dessin, il le fait
Trait pour trait
À partir d'un portrait
Il rêve, couché sur un parquet
Dans les bras de sa mère
Tous les soirs, en secret
Ce dessin, il le fait
Trait pour trait
À partir d'un portrait
Il rêve, couché sur un parquet
Dans les bras de sa mère
on
You keep telling me that I am wrong
I don't care about what you do
'Cause if you mess with me I'll get rid of you
The picture you see is no portrait
portrait of me
It's too real to be shown to someone I don't know
And it's driving me wild
It makes me act like a child
You think I am crazy, but what
portrait of me
It's too real to be shown to someone I don't know
And it's driving me wild
It makes me act like a child
You think I am crazy, but what
Face in the window in the night
Caught for a second by the light
Ashes of memories still aglow
Only for you
Portraits and pictures you once saw
got one book
To see me through my flight
But when I get to Paris
We'll paint all our portraits
In brush-strokes of yellow
And christen the canvas
There could never be a portrait of my love
For nobody can paint a dream
You will never see a portrait of my love
For miracles are never seen
There could never be a portrait of my love
For nobody could paint a dream
You will never see a portrait of my love
For miracles are never seen
There could never be a portrait of my love
For nobody could paint a dream
You will never see a portrait of my love
For miracles are never seen.
Years Old, My Story Left Untold"
Oh Molly, Oh Molly
"Mother Was Struck By This Infallible Idea
If She Could Paint My Portrait I Would Remain Immortal
a portrait of gloom and despair
This masterpiece hangs in it's place
It's signed with his blood and it's framed with his glory
This beautiful picture
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