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There's a song, that they sing at the edge of the world About leaders and armies with banners unfurled And the blood, of the brave on the glittering sand While the mountaintops ring to the crash of the band And they sing it a lot, it might even be true But it's not Listen, you There's a boy, loves a girl, she has skin fair as milk She has breasts like ripe apples and lips soft as silk So he sings of such stuff, how he'll love her for [a?] Though he's ragged and rough and he sleeps in the hay For love makes no mistakes, but he's perfect and clean She is gone, when he wakes, and I mean You can never trust that song whatever you've heard (Whatever you heard) Songs are just sweet illusions made of words (Words and lies) Everybody loves a song So reach for the sky (So reach for the sky) Songs will just fool and trap you, made of lies (Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) (Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) On each side of the border Wherever you stand in these days of disorder You must understand SongtexteThat some songs are convincing Persuasive and smart So in moments they're mincing away with your heart Like songs do They inspire, but beware because song, like desire, can go wrong So heed my example I was once a young ditty On all sorts of lips As folk wandered the city But now I'm forgotten Replaced by new strains [?] my rhyme scheme is rotten And little remains But I told them the truth For a while So beware of a song sung when nobody's there You can never trust that song whatever you've heard (Whatever you heard) Songs are just sweet illusions made of words Everybody loves a song (Everybody loves a song) So reach for the sky (So reach for the sky) Songs will just fool and trap you, made of lies (Made of lies) Made of words (You can never) Made of lies Aus Songtexte Mania