I gave a sermon on love I gave a sermon on love When it was over they burned the room They murdered my host Thanked me with a rotten shovel I think those people play a little too rough I don't know, maybe I talk too much I'd feel better if you'd talk to me
He couldn't produce He couldn't produce They tossed him over, they used him for bait When he couldn't produce the papers that proved his little sister was a saint So sad, such a disgrace Love, like money burned a hole in his faith I'd feel better if you'd talk to me Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Milk cartons for shoes Milk cartons for shoes I don't care if you've been naughty or nice As long as you can find it in your heart to whisper to me once or twice I don't care if you've been good or bad Happy or sad or anything like that I'd feel better if you'd talk to me Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Now, I have inhaled some venomous fumes But nothing compares to some of these ruins Don't be the victim of some misunderstanding There's enough real hate to go around Love is like a thing, counts to ten so many times Disappears without a trace Never can be found I'd feel better if you'd talk to me Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
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He couldn't produce He couldn't produce They tossed him over, they used him for bait When he couldn't produce the papers that proved his little sister was a saint So sad, such a disgrace Love, like money burned a hole in his faith I'd feel better if you'd talk to me Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Milk cartons for shoes Milk cartons for shoes I don't care if you've been naughty or nice As long as you can find it in your heart to whisper to me once or twice I don't care if you've been good or bad Happy or sad or anything like that I'd feel better if you'd talk to me Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Now, I have inhaled some venomous fumes But nothing compares to some of these ruins Don't be the victim of some misunderstanding There's enough real hate to go around Love is like a thing, counts to ten so many times Disappears without a trace Never can be found I'd feel better if you'd talk to me Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
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