When I look up to the skies 
I see your eyes a funny kind of yellow 
I rush home to bed I soak my head  
I see your face underneath my pillow 
I wake next morning, tired, still yawning 
See your face come peeping through my window 
 
Pictures of Matchstick Men and you 
Mirages of Matchstick Men and you 
All I ever see is them and you 
 
Windows echo your reflection 
When I look in their direction now 
When will this haunting stop? 
Your face it just won't leave me alone 
 
Pictures of Matchstick Men and you 
Mirages of Matchstick Men and you 
All I ever see is them and you 
 
You're in the sky and with the sky 
You make men cry, you lie 
You're in the sky and with the sky 
You make men cry, you lie 
 
Pictures of Matchstick Men and you 
Pictures of Matchstick Men and you 
Pictures of Matchstick Men...

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