Placebo - This Picture (Junior Sanchez Remix) 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; a**a**inated. 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; a**a**inated. 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; a**a**inated. For fear of growing old I can't stop growing old. I can't stop growing old I can't stop growing old. I can't stop growing old I can't stop growing old