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My love she speaks like silence |
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Without ideals or violence |
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He doesn't have to say he's faithful |
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Yet he's true, like ice, like fire |
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People carry roses |
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And make promises by the hours |
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My love he laughs like the flowers |
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Valentines can't buy her |
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In the dime stores and bus stations |
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People talk of situations |
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Read books, repeat quotations |
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Draw conclusions on the wall |
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Dont speak of the future |
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My love he speaks softly |
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He knows there's no success like failure |
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And that failure's no success at all |
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The cloak and dagger dangles |
| [01:17.21] |
Madams light the candles |
| [01:21.21] |
In ceremonies of the horsemen |
| [01:25.21] |
Even the pawn must hold a grudge |
| [01:30.21] |
Statues made of match sticks |
| [01:34.21] |
Crumble into one another |
| [01:38.21] |
My love winks, he does not bother |
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He knows too much to argue or to judge |
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The bridge at midnight trembles |
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The country doctor rambles |
| [02:32.21] |
Bankers' nieces seek perfection |
| [02:35.21] |
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring |
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The wind howls like a hammer |
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The night blows rainy |
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My love he's like some raven |
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At my window with a broken wing |
