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I I saw a picture of you today
At an art exhibit
On memory lane
You wore those bells
we found on Champs-Elysees
Framed like the golden masters
Forgotten all these years
Pouring like rain
A true thought appears
Oh the genius of pain
Without a name
Pouring like rain
Cause I'm on my back
on my back again
Words we had to describe
the same feeling
Now without a meaning
Cause I'm on my back
on my back again
Looking at a hole in the ceiling
I I watched the movie
of you today
Silver screen adapted
from my thoughts on Broadway
You saved the world
we lived in such harmony
Blockbuster sales
in twelve countries
Remembered all these years
Falling like rain
A truth that appears
Oh the genius of pain oh
Cause I'm on my back
on my back again
Words we had to describe
the same feeling
Now without a meaning
Cause I'm on my back
on my back again
Looking at a hole in the ceiling