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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And the people carry roses
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Make promises by the hours
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My love, she laughs just like the flowers
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That valentines can't buy
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In the dime stores and bus stations
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People talk of all kinds of situations
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Read books, repeat quotations
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Draw conclusions on the wall
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And some speak of the future
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My love, she only speaks softly
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She knows there's no success like failure
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And failure's no success at all
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Alright
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Yeah, the cloak and dagger dangles
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Madams light the candles
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In ceremonies of the horsemen
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Even the pawn must hold a grudge
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Statues made of matchsticks
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They crumble into one another
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My love winks, she does not bother
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She knows too much to argue or to judge
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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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And the people carry roses
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Make promises by the hours
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My love, she laughs like the flowers
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That valentines can't buy her
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Love Minus Zero / No Limit
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Leon Russell |