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By Ren Babcock dell30rb@yahoo.com Standard Tuning, Capo 4th Fret
My loCve, she speaks like silence G Am Without ideals, orC violence G Am She doesn't have to sCay she's faithful But she'sDm true like iFce, like fGire CPeople carry roses G Am And make promises by theC hour G Am My love she laughs like the Cflowers VDmalentinGes can't buyC her
In the dime stores and bus stations People talk of situations Read books, repeat quotations Draw conclusions on the wall Some speak of the future My love, she speaks softly She knows there's no success like failure And that failure's no success at all The cloak and dagger dangles Madams light the candles In ceremonies of the horsemen Even the pawn must hold a grudge Statues made of matchsticks Crumble into one another My love winks she does not bother She knows too much to argue or to judge The bridge at midnight trembles The country doctor rambles Bankers' nieces seek perfection Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring The wind howls like a hammer The night wind blows cold n' rainy My love, she's like some raven At my window with a broken wing