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The Prisoner
Your shiny stones, a red flower
behind your ear, crickets in your eyes
We stood on trial - lustful, unspoken
Oh, we were set free - as though
there was no crime
´like your car crash without headlights
you lived to see these autumn nights (you belong to)
Escape´s an art - of that I´m sure
another love that is the cure (you belong to)
A brittle love, a dead flower
it didn´t know that it would die
And the stones here in my pocket
are getting smoother, defaced by time
´like your car crash without headlights
you lived to see these autumn nights (you belong to)
Search the sand for stones - another shore
another love that is the cure (you belong to)
The prisoner,
you belong to love
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