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TOWER OF SONG
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by [Leonard_Cohen ]

2002-11-25  | [This text should be read in romana]    |  Submited by Mihaela Goga



My friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I use to play
And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on
I’m just paying my rent every day
In the tower of song.

I said to Hank Williams “How lonely does it get ?”
Hank Williams hasn’t answered yet
But I hear him coughing all night long
A hundred floors above me in the tower of song.

I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels from the great beyond
They tide me to this table right here in the tower of song

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
- I’m sorry, baby, doesn’t look like me at all..
I’m standing by the window where the light is strong
They don’t let a woman kill you,
not in the tower of song.

Now you can say that I’ve grown bitter
But of this you may be sure :
The rich have their channels
In the bedrooms of the poor
And there’s a mighty judgement coming
But I may be wrong
You see, you hear these funny voices
In the tower of song.

I see you standing on the other side
I don’t know how the river got so wide
I loved you, I loved you way back when
And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed
But I feel so close to everything that we lost
We’ll never, we’ll never have to lose it again.

So I bid you farewell, I don’t know when I’ll be back
They’re moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track.
But you’ll be hearing from me, baby, long after I’m gone.
I’ll be speaking to you sweetly from my window in the tower of song.

My friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I use to play
And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on
I’m just paying my rent every day
In the tower of song.

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