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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 |
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Madams light the candles |
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In ceremonies of the horsemen |
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Even the pawn must hold a grudge |
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Statues made of match sticks |
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Crumble into one another |
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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 |
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Bankers' nieces seek perfection |
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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 |