This Picture is taken from the album, Sleeping with Ghosts.

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This is the official YouTube channel of Placebo, on this channel you will find all of the official video content from the band including music videos, full album playlist, live show footage and more. PLACEBO was formed in London in 1994 by singer-guitarist Brian Molko and guitarist-bassist Stefan Olsdal.

The band has released 7 studio albums to date, including:

Placebo - 1996
Without You I’m Nothing - 1998
Black Market Music - 2000
Sleeping with Ghosts - 2003
Meds - 2006
Battle For The Sun - 2009
Loud Like Love - 2013

Placebo have released over 30 singles, including tracks Nancy Boy, Pure Morning, Every You Every Me, Taste In Men, Without You I’m Nothing ft David Bowie, Slave To The Wage, Special K, The Bitter End, Meds, For What It’s Worth, The Never-Ending Why, Too Many Friends, Loud Like Love and many more.

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This Picture lyrics:

[Intro]
I hold an image of the ashtray girl
Of cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
And put our friendship to the test
And late at night
Whilst on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
What's wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with this picture?

[Verse 1]
Farewell the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake
Beware this troubled world
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores
To broken semaphore
You know we miss her
We miss her picture

[Chorus]
Sometimes it's fated
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's fated
Assassinated
For fear of growing old

[Verse 2]
Farewell the ashtray girl
Angelic fruitcake
Beware this troubled world
Control your intake
Goodbye to open sores
Goodbye and furthermore
You know we miss her
We miss her picture

[Chorus]
Sometimes it's fated
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's fated
Assassinated
For fear of growing old

[Bridge]
Hang on
Though we try
It's gone
Hang on
Though we try
It's gone

[Chorus]
Sometimes it's fated
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's fated
Assassinated
For fear of growing old

[Outro]
Can’t stop growing old
Can’t stop growing old
Can’t stop growing old
Can’t stop growing old
Can’t stop growing old

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