Martin L. Gore 1989 Counterfeit EP – 03. Smile In The Crowd
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You turned me away, away from your actions Forced by the violence that always surrounds you
I want your special smile A smile in this crowd I want your special smile A smile in this crowd
You burnt yourself out in that silence I have to tell you - I ache for you still The sound of my words is always so shocking They get much louder each time I speak
I want your special smile A smile in this crowd I want your special smile A smile in this crowd
Signals of progress, we're growing much older I'm afraid that I'll leave and my ache never goes
I want your special smile A smile in this crowd I want your special smile A smile in this crowd
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