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The singer steps foward |
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He is not a torch song singer |
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He is not the embodiment of a soul brother |
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The unassuming troubadour |
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Sings to himself, softly |
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Not a word escaps his lips. |
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They don't even try. |
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His words would rather stay as long with him as possible. |
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But his melody is for me and for you. |
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I prefer to be alone when you're not around. |
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Sometimes when I speak I can't stand the sound |
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Of my voice, this great big destructive machine |
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That takes too much time to say what it means. |
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They tell me that my father is sick once again |
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With the plague that has decimated many old men |
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And I settle once more to a long sad dread |
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That reminds me that all loved ones will soon be dead. |
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This is why I spent so much time making love to you |
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In your arms I was searching for things that were true. |
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This is why I spent so much time making love to you |
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In your arms I was searching for things that were true. |
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It's a memory of mine that I'm watching for a moment. |
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I'm distracted just a bit by something less important. |
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But I'm here for the part of the day that I crave; |
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I have caffiene in my system that makes me feel brave. |
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The chill in the air is exactly what I want, |
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With the sun on my face and my eyes tightly shut. |
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It's important to me to remember these things, |
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It's important to me to remember these things. |
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I'm pretending we're in Prague sipping sodas by the square. |
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Where the clock brought the masses to the ceremony there. |
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Every hour little puppets spin around the clock face |
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Each figure represents one of the human race. |
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And somehow we were always on time for the show |
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We'd arrive to the chaos of the people right below those large chiming bells that had a song to sing; |
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It's important for me to remember these things. |
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Absinthe and sex |
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Black garters, cheap wine a hotel in Prague |
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A Moment in time. |
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We are hungry and scary |
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And so much in love. |
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We laugh at each other. |
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As we push and we shove |
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The singer keeps singing. The singer keeps singing. The singer keeps singing. Keep singing, singer. |
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That was the first time I really caught your eyes, |
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In the small Italian shop with the coffee that you liked |
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And when our eyes met |
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I couldn't look away and my mouth opened to speak |
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But there wasn't much to say, |
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I was frozen, transfixed by the way that you looked |
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But you grabbed me and pulled me into a small nook |
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Where we kissed like we had never tasted lips before |
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And I still wanted more. |
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I still want more |
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I am frightened of what these words might bring; |
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But it's important for me to remember these things. |
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I am frightened of what these words might bring; |
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But it's important for me to remember these things. |
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You're too far away for this to make sense |
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And I feel in my heart ever mile of distance |
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And I don't him to stop 'cause |
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I know what that means |
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The Song will be over |
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And so will you and me. |
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The Song will be over |
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And so will you and me. |
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The song ... |
