Texty: Durutti Column. Smile In The Crowd.

You turned me away
Away from your actions
Forced by the violence
That always surrounds you
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I want your special smile
A smile in this crowd
I want your special smile
A smile in this crowd
You burnt yourself out
In that silence
I have to tell you
I ache for you still

The sound of my words
Is always so shocking
They get much louder
Each time I speak
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Signals of progress
We're growing much older
I'm afraid that I'll leave
And my ache never goes
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