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When I told you I never, gonna never let you go, babe, did you think I was joking?
Though I had flowers in my fingers, and a letter I had written just for you
When I told you I’d never get over until you knew that I had eyes for no other
You just burst out laughing and pushed a pillow on my face to shut me up

But I’ve seen, I’ve seen, that you cry behind the scenes
That you smile behind the curtain and you watch me in the dark
I’ve seen, I’ve seen, all the meanings in between
There’re words of love on every piece of paper that you threw into the fire
There’s a garden in the razor wire

When the wind is blowing hard on your shoulders and your hair’s all a tangle
You don’t mind if I offer you my coat, you go walking by yourself

But I’ve seen, I’ve seen, that you cry behind the scenes
That you smile behind the curtain and you watch me in the dark
I’ve seen, I’ve seen, all the meanings in between
There’re words of love on every piece of paper that you threw into the fire
There’s a garden in the razor wire

I’ve seen, I’ve seen you cry and smile
Behind the curtain of your lies
The words of love inside the fire
A razor garden in the razor wire

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When I told you I would never, ever let you go, did you think I was joking?
Even though I had flowers between my fingers, and a letter I had written just for you
When I told you I wouldn't rest until you understood that I only had eyes for you
You burst out laughing, and put a pillow in my face to shut me up

But I saw, I saw, that you cry backstage
That you smile behind the curtain and look at me in the dark
I saw, I saw, all the meanings between the lines
There are words of love on every piece of paper you threw into the fire
There is a garden in the barbed wire

When the wind blows hard on your shoulders and your hair is all tangled
You don't notice if I offer you my coat, you walk on your own

But I saw, I saw, that you cry backstage
That you smile behind the curtain and look at me in the dark
I saw, I saw, all the meanings between the lines
There are words of love on every piece of paper you threw into the fire
There is a garden in the barbed wire

I saw, I saw you cry and smile
Behind the curtain of your lies
The words of love in the fire
A thorny garden in the barbed wire

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