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The Same Picture

Flies in the kitchen, they came in through the window
From the hole in the screen, no grass on the lawn
The rain keeps pouring and steam keeps rising
Itís hotter than pavement on the 4th of July

So tell me, Iím the one that will bring you down
Donít call me baby
Donít call me baby

Iím thinking the same pictures of you
Are you thinking the same pictures of me?
You probably wouldnít ever tell me
What you thought of mine

Sky all around us, and wood on the fire
Music is playing and weíre getting high
The mountains are peeking
A look in the window
The ocean is waving, waving goodbye

So tell me, Iím the one that will bring you down
Donít call me baby
Donít call me baby

Iím thinking the same pictures of you
Are you thinking the same pictures of me?
You probably wouldnít ever tell me
What you thought of mine

So tell me, whatís been happening in your town?
Are you still thinking, that you want me to stick around?
Donít call me baby
Just call me baby

Iím thinking the same pictures of you
Are you thinking the same pictures of me?
You probably wouldnít ever tell me
What you thought of mine
Even though Iíd wait forever standing in your line