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Itâs deep inside But I donât know what for You never seemed to like me when I knew you best It takes me back But I donât know what for You never seemed to want me anyway If I go crazy Will you still be The only photograph I see Seventeen photographs Four short days, three long nights Seventeen photographs Four short days, three long nights On second thought Itâs so hard to say Itâs hidden in some pictures I took long ago Last July But itâs so hard to say You never really liked me anyway If I go crazy Will you still be The only photograph I see Seventeen photographs Four short days, three long nights Seventeen photographs Four short days, three long nights Itâs killing me Itâs stuck inside Canât get you out Even when I tried Itâs all the same It took a while I canât complain Now I know I hate your smile