you whisper to me of Love's design,
i tell you of a want i cant control,
it seems you need me,
yet you look away...
I'm no longer the man i used to be,
for you it's all OK..
bring me the flower in your hair..
let me dance among your dreams..
no I'm not Mr right ...
but i am perfect for you..
money makes the world go around, and it cant buy me love,
so why do i care where we go .
you know id be with you if i could,
but .the fence that keeps us apart .
Is a stone throws away..
a headstone....and your so far away.
and i so alone again this night...
"Oh the children of the night, What beautiful music they make."
and so it goes....
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