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Love is the only thing that matters
Love is the only thing that's real I know we hear this every day It's still the hardest thing to feel This time When I go back to Ludlow Street I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete Without you there Another generation's parties And it is still the same old scene I can recall each morning after Painted in nicotine This time When I go back to Ludlow Street I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete Without you there All of the people I once knew... All of the ones I was close to... Love is the only thing that matters Love the only thing that's real And when I think about you now Love is the only thing I feel This time When I go back to Ludlow Street I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete Without you there Tim, this time When I go back to Ludlow Street I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete Without you there |
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Edith wharton's lovely figurines
Still speak to me today From their mantlepiece in time Where they wrestle and they play With passions and with prudences Finances and fears Her face and what its worth to her In the passing of the years See the portrait come to life See the vanity behind Cause in the struggle for survival Love is never blind Now, olivia lies under anasthesia Her wit and wonder snuffed In a routine operation Her own beauty not enough, Her passions and her prudences Finances and fears Her face, what it was worth to her In the passing of the years See the portrait come to life See the vanity behind Cause in the struggle for survival Love is never blind Edith whartons lovely figurines Still speak to me today From their mantlepiece in time Where they wrestle and they play We lie under anesthesia Our wit and wonder snuffed In our routine operations Our own beauty not enough |
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