Текст песни Bill Anderson - Eight By Ten
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(Eight by ten eight by ten)All that`s left of all our love now is just your picture eight by ten(A souvenir of things that might have been)My lonely world is only eight by ten eight by ten eight by tenI remember the night that you gave me that picture I ought toI`ve relived it so many times I remember how I couldn`t wait to get homePut it in a frame and tell everybody that you were mineBecause you were mine at least until someone else came alongAnd took you off out of my sightIt`s a good thing that you did leave me your picture to holdBecause now I can cry on your shoulder every night(Eight by ten eight by ten) my lonely world is only eight by tenIt`s awful to be jealous of an old picture frameBut I`m jealous of anything that`s close to youAnd that picture frame seems to be holding you pretty tightThat looks like more than I`ll ever doI wish that I could just be the glass in that frameAnd be so close to the lips that I loveI am glad that I`ve at least got your picture to holdBut sometimes it`s just not enough(Eight by ten eight by ten) my lonely world is only eight by ten