Lyrics

On the grave, in his place I have to take photograph In the shade where he lays I paint a portrait No fantasy You were meant for me And I for you In the clay of his shape I trace an autograph On the stage where he sang I feel a silhouette No fantasy You were meant for me And I for you
Writer(s): Michael Hadreas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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