"If I could put you in a frame I'd draw you smiling
With a cigarette in your mouth and your hands reaching out for something
If I could, if I could wear all your clothes I'd still be different
And if I had your speaking voice I'd never whisper
I'd talk and talk and talk."
Cat
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