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See my lady lose her way In changes on a ragged day weeping Nowhere left to go but in her dreaming she may be found And she hears singing But she listens for a different kind of sound
Straining eyes to see the game Of painted hearts and plastic shame, she cries
Feeling
quite the same she doesn’t know So she listens for a different kind of sound
Girl you’ve already found the true beginning You needn’t listen for a different kind of sound You’ll be more than happy with the one you found
Ah, keep the memories in your mind Of the feelings you would find As a child in spring touching everything You’ve known love you'll never need anything more
Please my lady keep your head The people there are mostly dead or dying |
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