traces - anthony phillips

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the girl in the gallery,
the way she moves her hair,
footsteps in the autumn leaves,
turning and finding no-one there
traces of you in the morning light
traces of you in the night
you’re haunting me still
i don’t even have to try
i always find those…
traces of you all around my life
traces of you like a knife
twisting inside my heart
you’re tearing my world apart
don’t torture me
the ring of the telephone
the quizzical h-llo
the gl-ss in my hand shaking
lying shattered in the snow
i saw a face in a picture show
those alborado eyes calling me
i see trees, i see indigo
i can’t keep up this disguise

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