Whisper in my ear, tell me the things i want to hear, cause to know that you are near is what makes me happy. And just to know that you love me takes away my only fear.
"Penniless and tired, with your hair grown long
I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong
Memory is a fickle siren song
I didn't understand"
I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong
Memory is a fickle siren song
I didn't understand"
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