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Річард Томпсон

Oh, who will remember, oh, who will be sure And still feel the silence as close as before? And was there a season without any rain? Ah, never, oh, never

Night comes in, like some cool river How can there be, be another day? Take my hand, oh real companion And we'll dance, dance till we fade away Oh, the

Sometimes I long for the solitary life Parents long gone, no kids, no wife Sister, somewhere in Australia Never did keep in touch Sex, no more than a

One thing always leads to another In life and love they say. You got too close and now That boy's gonna make you rue the day. You grab his ankles when

I was nineteen when I came to town They called it the Summer of Love They were burning babies, burning flags The hawks against the doves I took a job

Oh baby, she don't know what to do with herself Oh baby, she don't know what to do with herself She might wipe her tears on a rusty nail Rest her cheek

Well, there's a house in an alley In the squats and low-rise Of a town with no future But that's where my future lies It's a secret, but no secret It

Love that holds its breath for fear Of scaring love away I rush my lines, I care too deeply Oh, will she keep me for idle games? I raise my eyes to see

That gorilla you're dancing with May not have too long to live He's putting his hands in the wrong places It's time to rearrange his face He's gonna dance