Picture Elvis

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She breathes through the book
Measures her picture there
Picks up a knife
Cuts it to wallet size
Now she has left
Now she has breathed
Now she's tasting heaven
But the trip doesn't sting
And all she wanted was a photograph
Rain on my tongue
Feels like I'm tasting god
Silver and gold
Drinking the riches up
Back to the night
And if I die
I'm going to ask my questions on the other side
And all she wanted was a photograph
Mask of the city
Hangs in mock deliberation
I step outside the wire
While the sun strips off my cocaine
Fled like a banshee
While my cup is overflowing
Another brutal ending
Yes and I'm an animal storytelling
And she breathes the book
Said that she never knew
Question is easy
But the answer is hard to take
The binding cracks
The words will fade
But she keeps the picture
In the frame that she made
And all she wanted was a photograph
All she wanted was a photograph
All she wanted was a photograph
All she wanted was a photograph

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