Lyrics Pictures of Matchstick Men - Status Quo
When
I
look
up
to
the
sky
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
in
the
sky,
you
with
this
guy
You
make
men
cry,
you
lie
You
in
the
sky,
you
with
this
guy
You
make
men
cry,
you
lie
Pictures
of
matchstick
men
and
Pictures
of
matchstick
men
and
you
Pictures
of
matchstick
men
Pictures
of
matchstick
men
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