People take pictures
of the Summer
Just in case someone
thought they had missed it
And to proved that it
really existed
Fathers take pictures
of the mothers
And the sisters take pictures
of brothers
Just to show that
they love one another
You can't picture love
that you took from me
When we were young
and the world was free
Pictures of things
as they used to be
Don't show me no more, please
People take pictures
of each other
Just to prove that
they really existed
Just to prove that
they really existed
People take pictures
of each other
And the moment
to last them for ever
Of the time when
they mattered to someone
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People take pictures
of the Summer
Just in case someone
thought they had missed it
Just to proved that it
really existed
People take pictures
of each other
And the moment to last
them for ever
Of the time when
they mattered to someone
Picture of me when
I was just three
Sucking my thumb
by the old oak tree
Oh how I love things
as they used to be
Don't show me no more, please