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Oh sing to me babe, oh
She was a poetry girl I adored
Late at night I'd hear songs from her window
Burning frakenscense seeped through her door
And they lingered on
As her fingers caressed her guitar
Felt like the strings of my heart she was strumming
With her words we made love from afar
As she sang her song, yeah
[1] - They were songs of change
The joy and pain
All the love she made
Like she took the words from
Every dream I've known
Every love I've grown
Singing on and on
Like she took the words from my heart
Right out of my heart
And to the poetry girl 'round the hall
Late at night I would answer her calling
Like the lyrics from one of her songs
She made love to me
Now our bodies and souls intertwine
On the wings of passion we were soaring
Then by the flickering candle at night
She would sing to me, yeah, yeah
[Repeat 1]
[instrumental]
Love is often unkind when we fall
For now my poetry girl sings to another
But when I think of those nights down the hall
From somewhere deep inside
[2] - I sing songs of change
The joy and pain
All the love I've made
And I take the words from
Every dream I've known
Every love I've grown
Singing on and on
And I take the words from the heart
[Repeat 1 till end]
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