The Pretty Things - Growing in My Mind | Текст песни

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Growing in my mind
Is the picture of a face,
Someone that I've known
Then lost without a trace

Could she be the one
That stares at me from my dreams,
Or could she be the creator
Of all of my schemes,
My scheme

Morning has it's magic
As it slides in through my frame,
With the first sign of dawn
This picture leaves my brain

I search the streets of morning
But I never find a trace,
Then growing in my mind
Is the picture of a face
A face
A face
A face
A face
A face
A face
A face