| The silken skies that so remind and mesmerize, and finally bind me
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| The downy softness of herself, forever lingering behind me
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| Never ever has there been nor will there ever again
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| I want someone to give you love, tenderness
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| And be a friend, hanging on until the bitter end
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| Now you can’t measure the cost of a woman’s lost
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| Now you can’t measure the cost of a woman’s lost
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| But it’s a heavy lose indeed for those in need
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| I’ve tried to look inside myself to find the strength from which to draw from
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| I’m turning inside out and trying to see me from the view she saw from
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| But since she tried to go to deep limitations brought her down
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| And though I’d like to be her mime, visitations are found
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| I gotta find the way she found
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| You can’t measure the cost of a woman’s lost
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| You can’t measure the cost of a woman’s lost
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| But it’s a heavy lose to bear when she’s not there
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| Where she is no one seems to know
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| The silken sky has swallowed her up
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| Or so it seems
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| The morning mystic lips upon the meadow brings a touch of sorrow
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| The one I kissed is all alone and may or may not know tomorrow
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| Just an ordinary girl, to the ordinary eye
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| And so much deeper glows the pain that was littering the door
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| You gotta touch and you gotta hold
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| You can’t measure the cost of a woman’s lost
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| You can’t measure the cost of a woman’s lost
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| You can’t measure the cost of a woman’s lost |