Don't blow the horn on my behalf
I know the blowing won't last
My mind just had a brush with wit
Baby I'm just trying to make the symbols fit
You have magic in the palm of your hand
Darling that's a special thing
I close my eyes
and dream of having silver wings
I
I see my face a 1000 times in the broken glass
Baby I didn't know how I come to have so many faces
enough to last
A crack in the wall
I can see the world through the slit
The feeling of love makes the feeling of feeling lost shift
Whenever you feel sore and sorry
When you never hear that you're worth something
When you never hear that you're worth a dime
Whenever you feel that love's a crime
Love jumps through a burning ring
Baby just close your eyes
and dream of having silver wings
Close your eyes
Kiss the sky
And never bow down
and dream of having silver wings
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Thanks! for enriching life in A'dam with your tags & profound texts..
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