My love, she speaks like silence
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Without ideals or violence
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She doesn't have to say she's faithful
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Yet she'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, she laughs like the flowers
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Valentines can't buy her
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The bridge at midnight trembles
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The country doctor rambles
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Banker's 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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And the night blows rainy
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My love, she's like some raven
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At my window with a broken wing
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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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Some speak of the future
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My love, she speaks softly
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She knows there's no success like failure
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And that failure's no success at all
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Aah...
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Love Minus Zero
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| The Turtles |
