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Wind blown whispers Wind naked down the corridor, The thoughts leaving my head They twist through yours. What will become of these gestures that we made I've given up my bible You moved out of state Wearily waiting on the wasting of his days A sad, sodden, smoldering soul. Give you three bucks for your sympathy And another for a cigarette, The interaction feels so cold. Oh, the songs People will sing for hope And for the ones that have been gone for too long. But oh, the things People will do for the ones that they love. We're only here to find the love that lingers after, the moment So kiss me in the back room where the music plays I know that it's not over, no But oh, the songs People will sing for hope And for the ones that have been gone for too long. Oh, the things People will do for the ones that they love. Break down the corridors (la da da, da da da) Break down the corridors (la da da, da da da) Messes that I haven't tried to clean up in a while You're in my soul now You've got to waste away with me My mind's made up I'm staying here with you There's no use knowing which way the wind is blowing My mind's made up, I'm doing this, I'm doing this with you There's no use knowing which way the wind is blowing My mind's made up, I'm doing this, I'm doing this You're in my soul now You've got to waste away with me |