Soul from Visone Chiaro by Broke Lord

They say they have a precious gift
They want to give it to you, don’t they?
You meet at some secret place and talk
Flowers, tea and the NY Dolls
But I been past the postcode lately
Yeah, I been to the winter realms
Their pockets are empty, baby
As their souls, nothing there but

Greed – when all the fury’s gone
Greed – When all is said and done

They say they have a whole new life
They see it in your chestnut eyes
Oh babe, that lake is crystal clear
Like the icy menace of a frozen tear
But I been past the backyards all
And far beyond the supply lines
Their hands may be full
But there’s no hope, nothing there but

Smoke – When the thrill is gone
To fill the empty space of the oath

We talk on the telephone
It’s Christmas eve, it must be so
You say “Have a good year baby”
Like a dying planet, fading slow
But I been through the ups and downs
And I been to the crystal morns
My hands are empty baby
Buts this something here – I give it to you

(It’s) Soul
When there’s no hope
Soul
Instead of it all
Soul
Right from the core
To fill the empty
Space of the oath

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