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Official Music Video for the single "This Picture" (Clean Version) by Placebo, directed by Howard Greenhalgh. This Picture taken from the album, 'Sleeping With Ghosts'. SUBSCRIBE: http://smarturl.it/SubscribePlacebo ---------------- 2020 marks the 20 year anniversary of Black Market Music. Revisit this album here: https://placebo.ffm.to/blackmarketmus... Follow Placebo: Instagram: https://placeboworld.lnk.to/InstagramYD Facebook: https://placeboworld.lnk.to/facebookYD Twitter: https://placeboworld.lnk.to/TwitterYD Spotify: https://placeboworld.lnk.to/spotifyYD Apple Music: https://placeboworld.lnk.to/appleYD Store: https://placeboworld.lnk.to/storeYD #Placebo #ThisPicture #SleepingWithGhosts ---------------- This Picture lyrics: 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? 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 Sometimes it's fated Disintegrated For fear of growing old Sometimes it's fated Assassinated For fear of growing old 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 Sometimes it's fated Disintegrated For fear of growing old Sometimes it's fated Assassinated For fear of growing old Hang on Though we try It's gone Hang on Though we try It's gone Sometimes it's fated Disintegrated For fear of growing old Sometimes it's fated Assassinated For fear of growing old 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