The sign said HeadshotsAnd that was allA picture of a boyAnd a number you could callTwo eyes in the shadeA mouth so sad and smallIt's strange the way a shadowCan fall across the wallAnd make the differenceIn what you seeHe's just a posterBut he's everywhereA face under a street lampRipped and hanging in the airTurn the cornerAnd he's still thereWatching all the peopleWho are passing unawareIs there a judgementIn what he sees?On a dayAs coldAnd grayAs todayThe sign says "Headshots"It's all I seeA boy becomes a pictureOf guilt and sympathyAnd so I think of youIn memoryOf the days we were together,And I knew that you loved meThat was the differenceIn what we see,But that's history
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