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THE CURE >> Merchandise Links
THE CURE
Catch me if I fall I'm losing hold I can't just carry on this way And every time I turn away Lose another blind game The idea of perfection holds me... Suddenly I see you change Everything at once The same But the mountain never moves... Rape me like a child Christened in blood Painted like an unknown saint There's nothing left but hope... Your voice is dead And old And always empty Trust in me through closing years Perfect moments wait... If only we could stay Please Say the right words Or cry like the stone white clown And stand Lost forever in a happy crowd... No-one lifts their hands No-one lifts their eyes Justified with empty words The party just gets better and better... I went away alone With nothing left But faith
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