It’s so hard to explain all the things that I’m feeling
Face to face I just seem to go dry
But I love you so much that the sound
Of your voice can make me high
Talking is cheap, people follow like sheep, Even though there is nowhere to go
How could she tell, he deceived her so well, Pity, she’ll be the last one to know
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Talking is cheap, people follow like sheep, Even though there is nowhere to go
How could she tell, he deceived her so well, Pity, she’ll be the last one to know
Silence Is Golden
Lord, we don’t need another meadow,
There are cornfields and wheat fields enough to grow,
There are sunbeams and moonbeams enough to shine