I saw somebody who
Reminded me of you
Before you got afraid
I wish that you could've stayed that way
I saw a little girl
I stopped & smiled at her
She screamed & ran away
It happens to me more and more these days
And these songs that you sing
Do they mean anything
To the people you're singing them to
People like you
I saw a photograph
A woman in a bath
Of hundred dollar bills
If the cold doesn't kill her, money will
I read a magazine
That said by seventeen
You life was at an end
I'm dead & I'm perfectly content
And these songs that I sing
Do they mean anything
To the people I'm singing them to
People like you
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