| So where are you my lover?
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| I hear you calling from the valleys yonder
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| The deep ice-slicked gorge, the streams that flow
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| I cannot hear the words you say
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| Where are you? |
| I am calling from afar
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| What you see is unintelligible
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| I can’t hear what you say
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| Let me closer, I will try not sound insane
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| Oohh
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| Try to not sound insane
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| Oohh
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| Try to not sound insane
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| So please, my lover, I will try to comprehend
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| Let me appreciate the facets of your outlet
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| I will try to understand
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| And in an act of love, in honour and respect
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| I will build a dome for your
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| A palace to resonate for you
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| A holy echo will reverberate
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| And I will understand, I’ll hear what you say
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| Oohh
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| I’ll hear what you say
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| Oohh
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| I’ll hear what you say
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| I shoot to resound
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| But there is no sound
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| You better suck that pistol
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| Better suck that pistol
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| Better suck that pistol dry
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| It will take months, and even years
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| But I will strive to complete the task
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| My endeavors, I will get it done
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| And I will have a gun, ready to resound
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| I pull the trigger but there is no sound
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| The echo is missing from the blast
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| I will reload to try it again
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| I will point to the heart and fire the gun
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| Oohh
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| The last sound you’ll ever hear
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| Oohh
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| The last sound you’ll ever hear
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| I shoot to resound
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| But there is no sound
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| You better suck that pistol
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| Better suck that pistol
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| Better suck that pistol dry
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| (Ahh, Ahh, Ahh)
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| I shoot to resound
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| But there is no sound
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| You better suck that pistol
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| Suck that pistol
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| Suck that pistol dry
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| I shoot to resound
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| But there is no sound
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| You better suck that pistol
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| Better suck that pistol
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| Better suck that pistol dry |