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• Artiste: Ambo
• Titre: Lips
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You know we say the damnedest things my love You know we say the damnedest things my love We must see something here that's invisible to most Maybe they're not looking close enough One minute I want to stand the next I'll sit and stare Have you ever felt this way, are you aware of these things? Hard to see when your eyes are open The beauty of guilt and grief and pain is pure and untainted It needs no explanation or understanding It just is It just is and it changes us It changes us. Her lips are red, like the dream I had of her precious grief Her lips are slightly parted and wet and soft and full They enrage and confuse me and clarify my ideas And when they speak they sometimes break my heart And wound And wound And wound Wound my soul That's where the blood comes from - from the broken heart That's where the grief hides - in your confused soul The grief lingers in the air like smoke The rage resides in everyone I lift my eyes for the help to come I don't know what the help may look like I know it come somehow - someway - dammit, I hope I see your own smiling face at the dream's end Her lips are red Her lips are red Just like the dream I had Look to the mountain Look to the mountain