On my knees, on the ground
Anonymous in my own hometown
Practicing faith
‘Cause the sign on the street
says tonight is a dead-end part of the story I'm in
Oh, my…
Is it over now?
On my mind there is Myriam…
The men look like ribbons on you
A million glasses that toast
But here I am all alone
Standing in my coat
In my peace I hear a sound
Names escape from the other room
Somehow it feels like
All through this night
Your being shy
Will remind me of Myriam
Let the clock decide
We'll hope for another chance
That won't ever come
Oh I died, I died, I died in a photograph
Oh I died, I died, I died in a photograph
You lowered your daughter down, down with your bare hands
A whole past life drowned in a photograph
And I burn, I burn, I burn like a photograph
Oh I burn, I burn, I burn like a photograph

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