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I watch you slip that comb through your hair and this, the dust of civilizations and love s sweet remains Bruce, what others may want for free
What others may want for free, i watch you slip that comb through your hair and this
Now i see your pieces crumbled and our book of faith s been tossed, well tears they fill the rosary, in the late afternoon sun fills the room with a mist in the garden before the
i ll work for your love
What others may want for free, whatever the deal s going down Work, pour me a drink
whatever the deal s going down
now i see your pieces crumbled and our book of faith s been tossed
in the late afternoon sun fills the room with a mist in the garden before the
here in this perdition
What others may want for free, at your feet my temple of bones, the sun lifts a halo
I ll work for your love, we go on and on
I ll work for your love, and i m just down here searching for my own piece of the cross Your, and i m just down here searching for my own piece of the cross
I promise you, we go on and on
in one of those glasses you dust off
Slip off of your fingers and come drifting down like rain, i ll work for your love
The dust of civilizations and love s sweet remains, in one of those glasses you dust off
I ll work for your love, i ll work for your love
I ll work for your love, and i ll watch the bones in your back like the stations of the cross, i ll work for your love
I ll work for your love, what others may want for free
What others may want for free, to this one i m sworn
And i m just down here searching for my own piece of the cross, i ll work for your love, and i ll watch the bones in your back like the stations of the cross
What others may want for free, i ll work for your love, what others may want for free
I ll work for your love, here in this perdition
in the late afternoon sun fills the room with a mist in the garden before the
Around your hair, slip off of your fingers and come drifting down like rain
I ll work for your love, the pages of revelation lie open in your empty eyes of blue
what others may want for free
what others may want for free
I ll work for your love, i ll work for your love, slip off of your fingers and come drifting down like rain
I promise you, i ll work for your love Love, what others may want for free
To this one i m sworn, what others may want for free
I ll work for your love, what others may want for free
I ll work for your love, slip off of your fingers and come drifting down like rain
What others may want for free, at your feet my temple of bones Springsteen, i ll work for your love
In one of those glasses you dust off, i ll work for your love, i watch your hands smooth the front of your blouse and seven drops of blood fall
We go on and on, to this one i m sworn
i watch you slip that comb through your hair and this
I ll work for your love, what others may want for free, i ll work for your love
Slip off of your fingers and come drifting down like rain, i ll work for your love For, i ll work for your love
The pages of revelation lie open in your empty eyes of blue, i ll work for your love
i ll work for your love
I watch your hands smooth the front of your blouse and seven drops of blood fall, what others may want for free
Here in this perdition, and i m just down here searching for my own piece of the cross
I ll work for your love, i ll work for your love
The pages of revelation lie open in your empty eyes of blue, whatever the deal s going down
To this one i m sworn, i ll work for your love
The sun lifts a halo, what others may want for free
Pour me a drink, at your lips a crown of thorns
I ll work for your love, at your feet my temple of bones
I ll work for your love, i watch you slip that comb through your hair and this, the dust of civilizations and love s sweet remains
whatever the deal s going down
now i see your pieces crumbled and our book of faith s been tossed
i ll work for your love
At your feet my temple of bones, slip off of your fingers and come drifting down like rain
I watch your hands smooth the front of your blouse and seven drops of blood fall, the sun lifts a halo
What others may want for free, i watch you slip that comb through your hair and this
i ll work for your love
i ll work for your love
i ll work for your love