Picture this, You and me Walking down a white sand Beach We're holding hands The warm winds blow we're all alone All these dreams are fantasies They're not real, not reality Chorus: and now I cry over you, nearly die over you And all these bits and pieces of us that I try to find, Are only paintings in my mind faded memories of another place and time we were happy as can be you were loving me and now it's just an image that I find like the paintings in my mind When you left I fell apart, I was torn, you broke my heart (Chorus) Impressions of the way it was long ago somewhere back in time. (Chorus) from
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