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The StatueI blow the dust from your lips and beg forgivenessBut there's too much moonlight on your skin I rise and face the day Another weary sinner I can't feel your touch in the blaze of noon At night I haunt the boulevard To the songs of Sacha I need the touch of fingers on my skin Then the sunrise seeks you through a maze of dragons And drops its touch On the fir trees in the wind They say that ice will melt Marble can blind you Doesn't matter what you felt No one can find you To remind you 'Cause you're a statue nothing can hurt you You've lost the touch 'Cause you're a statue nothing can hurt you You've lost the touch No one can find you Or move you |