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Vox Humana / Vox Celeste Songtext
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The critics sit back and burn the souls
The classic dies they won't let go
LBJ's lonely inked face on a set of presidential matchbooks
On the wood of our leader's desk
Am I an intercom for faith?
On a Japanese estate
If it's less than a license plate
There's a chance I'll resonate
Memories fade where do they go?
I'm not talking but I'm listening
I'm not waiting but Im hoping
For something to playpen
Solitude is a symphony for me
Took the long road home last night
Silhouette on an open mic
Watching fingers move in flight
No need for sleep
We say good-bye
Everything's so clear
A painful enduance
Whispers in those ears
A secret's safe journey
After all those years
Intimate planning
Voices cease the tears
Plus the means are awful bold
The classic dies they won't let go
LBJ's lonely inked face on a set of presidential matchbooks
On the wood of our leader's desk
Am I an intercom for faith?
On a Japanese estate
If it's less than a license plate
There's a chance I'll resonate
Memories fade where do they go?
I'm not talking but I'm listening
I'm not waiting but Im hoping
For something to playpen
Solitude is a symphony for me
Took the long road home last night
Silhouette on an open mic
Watching fingers move in flight
No need for sleep
We say good-bye
Everything's so clear
A painful enduance
Whispers in those ears
A secret's safe journey
After all those years
Intimate planning
Voices cease the tears
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