A Stocks and Vagabonds Original
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Story of one talking to his murderer
When you removed me from the hold of time, hello-goodbye to all that's mine
Well, he didn't know where I come from, but that didn't stop the changing cut
When you removed me from the hold of time
I used to have a photograph of people-places next door to love
Well, you snatched it from my point of view; a blurred infection seizing you
I used to have a photograph of