t was many years ago
Made them love me
You don't want to know...

Standing, in a row, virgins knee deep in snow
And to let them be I would always
Strike at their hearts, let their lives fall apart
And their needs for a dream would return them
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All things must end
I read it in the stars
Left them as spent hours pickled onions in their jars
In their letters home they would love to go
But they'll never find peace of mind
Nor me in New York
"Did I die in the war?"
But before I left shore I sure Bela Kissed them
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"Overexposure"
Down at the crossroads
Question is posed "Were you hiding in the
Brave Foreign Legion
In the crowd at the station?"
I'll be here where you need me to be you'll find me
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