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A waste of time
Another sort of step along the way
A waste of time
A wasted but an interesting delay
Was it all of a waste
Or was it fine
People fly far away
A waste of time
Almost too clear a lesson not to play
Exercise
Perhaps in sensual decay
How to love and to see
How the land lay
How to love, what to say
Gliding across thin ice
With nothing left to say
Gliding across thin ice
With nothing left to say
Gliding across thin ice
With nothing, nothing left to say
A waste of time
At least some company along the way
Great visions
Perhaps too fast, too bright, but anyway
And I′ll be what you think
You wanna say
You think you wanna say
Gliding across thin ice
With nothing left to say
Gliding across thin ice
With nothing left to say
Gliding across thin ice
With nothing, nothing left to say
How to love and to see
How the land lay
How to love, what to say
Gliding across thin ice
With nothing left to say
Gliding across thin ice
With nothing left to say
Gliding across thin ice
With nothing left to say
Gliding across thin ice
With nothing, nothing left to say
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Writer(s): Marianne Faithfull, Steve Winwood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
