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The sign said "HEADSHOTS"
And that was all.
A picture of a boy
And a number you could call.
Two eyes in the shade
A mouth so sad and small.
It's strange the way a shadow
Can fall across a wall.
And make the difference
In what you see
Ah....

He's just a poster, but
He's everywhere.
A face under a street lamp
Ripped and hanging in the air.
Turn the corner
And he's still there,
Watching all the people
Who are passing unaware.
Is there a judgement
In what he sees?
Ah....

On a day
As cold
And gray
As today....

The sign says "HEADSHOTS"
It's all I see.
A boy becomes a picture
Of guilt and sympathy.
And so I think of you
In memory
Of the days we were together.
And I knew that you loved me
that was the difference
In what we see,
But that's history....
Ah....

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