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Bon Ide



Regina Spektor - Bon Ide - Текст песни

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Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love


Don't tell your secret to anyone 

Because ideas are vulnerable 

As soon as you say your idea out loud 

Then it can go and live on its own 

And you will miss it oh so much 

And you will wait for its return 

And you will wish it were your own 

But ideas that left never come back home 


Don't tell your mother that you are afraid 

Don't tell your lover that your heart might break 

Don't tell your gods that you no longer believe 

Because as soon as you say it out loud they will leave you 

And you will miss them oh so bad 

And you will wait for their return 

And you will wish they were your own 

But gods that have left you will never grace your home 


Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love


Don't tell your secret to anyone 

Because ideas are vulnerable 

As soon as you say your ideas out loud 

Then they can go and live on their own without you 

And you will miss them oh so bad 

And you will wait for their return 

And you will wish they were your own 

But ideas that left will never come back home   
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