Tác giả : Depeche Mode
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A white house, a white room 
The program of today 
Lights on, switch on 
Your eyes are far away 
 
The map represents you 
And the tape is your voice 
Follow all along you 
Till you recognize the choice 
 
I take pictures 
Photographic pictures 
 
Bright light, dark room 
Bright light, dark room 
 
I said i'd write a letter 
But i never got the time 
And looking to the day 
I mesmerize the light 
 
The years i spend just thinking 
Of a moment we both knew 
A second boss looking into 
It seems it can't be true 
 
I take pictures 
Photographic pictures 
 
Bright light, dark room 
Bright light, dark room