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Dick's Slow Song

 

Dick's Slow Song

(альбом: Curtains - 1997)


Don't bring that stuff to bed
We've gotta fall with a clear head
Don't tell me of those mirrors
That show you what you want to see
Pay no mind to those voices
That tell you what you want to hear

Of course, it doesn't matter what you see
You're beautiful to me
It doesn't matter what they say
I'll want you anyway

And so we live in the city
Come over here, no, leave on the light
And beautiful things get run down
There's no more to say to let you know it's alright

There's a final door you open
With no door, there's no option
You knew this from the start
You made fists around your heart

I don't need to know
But you must want to show me
It's just for yourself
I can forgive you anything

It doesn't matter what you see
You're beautiful to me
It doesn't matter what they say
I want you anyway

So don't bring that stuff to bed
If I touch you here
We've gotta fall with a clear head
Does it still make you cry?
Don't bring that stuff to bed
Don't hide those tears
Gotta fall with a clear head
You know they're alright

(Are they closing, love?)
(Are they letting some stay?)

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