| Love is like a melody
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| It haunts my every memory
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| The harmony is dissonant despair
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| The orchestra is tuning up
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| Its doors as swung as swiftly shut
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| I think about you more than I can bear
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| Love is like a minor key
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| A jaded weeping willow tree
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| Hooks its claws until the blood is drawn
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| The audience is spilling out
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| I slip into the busy crowd
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| Still your face remains inside my door (?)
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| I could sleep until the summertime
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| Maybe then I’d get the peace of mind
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| Cut the wires in my telephone line
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| Even in the dead of night
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| I toss and turn like a little child
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| A heavy heart can never be satisfied
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| Love is a melody
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| A deafening symphony
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| I’ll sing from the high hills (?)
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| Love is a melody
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| A desperate symphony
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| I’ll sing from the high hills (?)
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| Can you, can you hear me?
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| Love is like a melody
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| The fever to the remedy
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| I see you like a silent movie star
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| If you could step out of the screen
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| And wake me from this wretched dream
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| I can only watch you from afar
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| I could sleep until the summertime
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| Maybe then I’d get the peace of mind
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| Cut the wires in my telephone line
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| Even in the dead of night
|
| I toss and turn like a little child
|
| A heavy heart can never be satisfied
|
| Love is a melody
|
| A deafening symphony
|
| I’ll sing from the high hills (?)
|
| Love is a melody
|
| A desperate symphony
|
| I’ll sing from the high hills (?)
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| Can you, can you hear me?
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| Love is like a minor key
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| A widow in the cemetery
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| Whose make-up leaves a trail upon the ground
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| I thought I saw a name in lights
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| That was there before my life
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| The song I sing is never sung aloud
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| Love is just a melody
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| You will never hear me make a sound |