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This is about two women. One lives not too far away and though she is still around you could say she has gone. The other has long departed this world but I couldn't say she's ever left. With your Irish gypsy face Your silver spoons and your velvet razor blades oh lover You pulled the wool right over my face But didn't it feel like Irish lace So many times I wanted just to lay beside you So many times you turned and rolled away Those times that lovers make for sleeping If there were friends around to keep you up you'd always slip away Lonely but never quite alone It's amazing we could make it another day I mistook your smile for love Believed my eyes like the ones before that it really was Oh lover you know you broke my heart in three Once for you and once for the kid and the final time was me Yes I've seen you while you're sleeping And I've seen your silent nights sometimes talking but really never speaking It's a wonder to me now why anybody ever tries like a silence that keeps screamin all the time It's a wonder that we haven't lost our minds Once a lover thought the world of me She scared me with her hatred but she wrote me poetry Oh lover you took yourself so seriously Who'd ever believe you'd really leave SongtexteWhat a way to leave one more lover no one dared to save A statistic who just left without a trace Too scared to stick around and say But who always had enough had enough to throw away Like a memento from an attic from another time and place Like a rag that once was made of Irish lace Like a rag that was made of Irish lace Like a rag that was made of Irish lace Aus Songtexte Mania