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There are a million reasons why this should workSo, like a fire, this season's gonna hurtAs you look away these eyes begin to burnYeah, for a long long night I twist and turnDiscovering things, quite plain, unseen beforeDrinking in water not for sale in storesTo be with or without you, I cannot affordUnder this heat I twist and change my formAnd these are the tales of love and loss and loveWe are a weary field of flowers crushedAnd we are all children without a Dad or MumWe are all looking for our descending doveSo unscrew your hinges, scrape away the mossThis is the day that love will follow lossAnd with trumpets and harps, give your chains a final tossWe will not fold to bribes of candy flossOr to boys who don't even care about usAnd these are the tales of love and loss and loveWe are a weary field of flowers crushedAnd we are all children without a Dad or MumWe are all looking for our descending dove Aus Songtexte Mania