Bela Kiss - Gazpacho

It was many years ago

Made them love me

You don’t want to know…

Standing, in a row, virgins knee deep in snow

And to let them be I would always

Strike at their hearts, let their lives fall apart

And their needs for a dream would return them

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All things must end

I read it in the stars

Left them as spent hours pickled onions in their jars

In their letters home they would love to go

But they’ll never find peace of mind

Nor me in New York

«Did I die in the war?»

But before I left shore I sure Bela Kissed them

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«Overexposure»

Down at the crossroads

Question is posed «Were you hiding in the

Brave Foreign Legion

In the crowd at the station?»

I’ll be here where you need me to be you’ll find me

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