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Status Quo Picturesque Matchstickable Messages From The Status Quo

Elizabeth dreams of the day when the way That I looked at her made her feel she was real Elizabeth dreams of the time she was mine When she didn't need

I soak my head I see your face underneath my pillow I wake next morning tired still yawning See your face come peaking through my window Pictures of matchstick men and you Mirages of matchstick

She was sold at the paradise flats Tell me, what d'you think of that? No goodbye, just a pat on the back Well I know she's made her mind up That she

When my mind is not live I see you there before me Every night in my mind your face flies by me Then the morning light comes to bring reality But my

Looking up to the cloud above my head Your face concealed by purple mist that feels like lead It slowly clears and at last my eyes are filled Sunny

Sweet little Sheila, you'll know her if you see her Blue eyes and a ponytail Cheeks are rosy, she looks a little mosey Man, this little girl is fine