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Life Itself
We met down in the valley where the win of love and destruction flows
There in that curve of darkness where the flowers of temptation grow
I left the rest for the others it was you and nothing else
You felt so good to me baby, good as life itself
You were life itself, rushing over me
Life itself, the wind in the black elms
Life itself in your heart and in your eyes, I can't make it without you
I knew you were in trouble anyone could tell
You carried your little black book from which all your secrets fell
You squandered all your riches your beauty and your wealth
Like you had no further use for, for life itself
You were life itself, rushing over me
Life itself, the wind in the black elms
Life itself in your heart and in your eyes, I can't make it without you
Why do the things that we treasure most, slip away in time
Till to the music we grow deaf, and to God's beauty blind
Why do the things that connect us slowly pull us apart?
Till we fall away in our own darkness, a stranger to our own hearts
And life itself, rushing over me
Life itself, the wind in the black elms
Life itself in your heart and in your eyes, I can't make it without you
So here's one for the road, here's one to your health, and to
Life itself, rushing over me
Life itself, the wind in the black elms
Life itself in your heart and in your eyes, I can't make it without you
Life itself, life itself, life itself...
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Life itself, life itself, life itself...
Life itself in your heart and in your eyes, I can't make it without you
Life itself, the wind in the black elms
Life itself, rushing over me
So here's one for the road, here's one to your health, and to
Life itself in your heart and in your eyes, I can't make it without you
Life itself, the wind in the black elms
And life itself, rushing over me
Till we fall away in our own darkness, a stranger to our own hearts
Why do the things that connect us slowly pull us apart?
Till to the music we grow deaf, and to God's beauty blind
Why do the things that we treasure most, slip away in time
Life itself in your heart and in your eyes, I can't make it without you
Life itself, the wind in the black elms
You were life itself, rushing over me
Like you had no further use for, for life itself
You squandered all your riches your beauty and your wealth
You carried your little black book from which all your secrets fell
I knew you were in trouble anyone could tell
Life itself in your heart and in your eyes, I can't make it without you
Life itself, the wind in the black elms
You were life itself, rushing over me
You felt so good to me baby, good as life itself
I left the rest for the others it was you and nothing else
There in that curve of darkness where the flowers of temptation grow
We met down in the valley where the win of love and destruction flows
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