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Weighing that silver
There with your hands
In no position to make demands
Got what you wanted
Oh very nice
But every kiss must have a price
I'm gettin tired of, being denied of
Sayin the same old thing
And these tears ain't gonna mend
these broken wings
Red moon
All that I've witnessed
Hard to believe
Still find it in me to be so naive
Cry on your pillow
Into the night
Cos sayin you're sorry
Won't make it right
I'm gettin tired of, being denied of
Things getting in my way
And if I'm quiet
That's cos there's nothing left to say
Yeah, if I'm quiet
That's cos there's nothing left to say
David Gray:
