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Texty: The Cure. 4-13 Dream. Sirensong.

It could've been her golden hair that turned my head
I didn't look to stare like I was hypnotized
But I was fixed on how she pointed slowly down and low I sank
And still without a sound the world was far away and I was tricked

It could've been her silver skin that drew me on
I didn't mean to spin like I was mesmerized
But I was rapt without a name or memory
I waited there too scared to even breathe

She sang, she sang, she sang
She sang
Tell me you love me and beg me to stay
She sang
Tell me you love me before it's too late
She sang
Give me your life or I must fly away
And you will never hear this song again

It could've been her crystal eyes that made me stop
I didn't want to sigh like I was stupefied but I was thrown
And at that point of no return my whole life hanging on a single word
To be hers evermore or mine alone

She sang, she sang, she sang
She sang
Tell me you love me and beg me to stay
She sang
Tell me you love me before it's too late
She sang
Give me your life or I must fly away
And you will never hear this song again