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You say you don't like the way that Conor singsI'm sorry but I can't agree with you at all'Cause you see, to me, his words sink down so deepThey make me feel alive and like I've got a soulAt least you agree that he writes great poetryYou say you just don't like the way it soundsMe, I think it's great 'cause he's not hiding anythingHe just lets it all pour outSome people say that they think that he's a fakeor they think that his songs are too sadWhy would I want to listen to somethingthat makes me feel so bad?But sad songs don't make me wanna dieNo they make me want to be aliveAnd happy songs always sound so wrongand I bet you most of them are liesYeah, I bet most of them are the liesDave Don Darrow was playing with Bright Eyesand got us both into the showEverytime Conor would walk by he would smileat us and always say "Hello"He watched the other bands play from the backstageSongtexteand knew words to all their songs and he sangWhen he began to play I took your handand they blew us both awayWe walked home through the crunchy yellow leavesand i said "Dear now do you see what I mean?"And you said you still agree that he writes great poetryAnd you said that you would agree that he's got sincerityAnd you said you would agree he plays with so much intensityBut you still don't like the way he singsSo I promised you right thereI would learn his songs for youand I did my best, I swearI did the best that I could do Aus Songtexte Mania