Текст песни Virgin Prunes — Theme for Thought

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Should I talk the way you want me to talk
Say the things the way you want to hear them
I know a lot of people like that
They talk in words but what do they mean
When heart becomes a chain, painted like a whore

And I see her, see whore
They cannot see what they don't have so deny that time
But there's one thing, one thing I have, one thing I see
I see

Why should I be like you?
Nothing is ever the way you say it is
Nothing is ever the way you want it
So don't talk to me
Don't look at me
But stay with me

«He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And murdered in her bed.

He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby gray;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So wistfully at the day»

I see your heaven, you see my hell
Come see my heaven and I'll show you,
Show you hell…

But there's one thing, one thing I have
One thing I can see, one thing

Why should I be like you?
Nothing is ever the way you say it is
Nothing is ever the way you want it
So don't talk to me
Don't look at me
But stay with me

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