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Bryan Ferry - Smoke gets in your eyes
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27 Maio 2006

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Letras de Babel said...

Smoke gets in your eyes

They ask me how i knew
My true love was true
I of course replied
"something here inside
Cannot be denied"
They said "someday you´ll find
All who love are blind"
When your heart´s on fire
You must realise
Smoke gets in your eyes
So i chaffed them and i gaily laughed
To think they could doubt my love
Yet today my love has flown away
I am without my love
Now laughing friends deride
Tears i cannot hide
So i smile and say
"when a lovely flame dies
Smoke gets in your eyes"

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