(Jennings)
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Standing in the shadow
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Of a Spanish lady
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Second hand bargain
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With a song so sad
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And a rose in her hand
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Was crying
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Lonely rooms in back of bars
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Bright lights and sitting out in the stars
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There was room to write a poem
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But the words don't come easy
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They're hung on frozen lips standing there
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While the world's anticipating love
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And the words don't come easy
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Lady laughs a laughing tear and says
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All we really need today
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Is the sun in our life
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The sun in our life
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Money was only mean to buy time
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No money left over
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Made the street to show that the door was open
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Out in the silence of the angry crowd
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Only the beggars crying aloud
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Not a precious thing was spoken
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But the words don't come easy
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They're hung on frozen lips standing there
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While the world's anticipating love
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And the words don't come easy
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Lady laughs a laughing tear and says
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All we really need today
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Is the sun in our life
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The sun in our life
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Words Don't Come Easy
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| The Hollies |
