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What you do speaks so loud I cannot hear what you say, except for the occasional word. Sulphates a sentimental sight it bothers me, no longer king of bloke and bird. All of my life searching hard, down in the wires of love. Summer me now, summer my life away. Summon me on to another day. A hand through the clouds keeps knoking me down, It's not less that I deserve. They bilt museums, I don't visit them I've made enough trouble on my own. Into the night searching hard, look for the light of love.Summer me now, summer my life away. Summon me on to another day. Summer the evening, winter ways are falling down again, I sing from the chaos in my heart. Then comes de evening that makes life worth living, shoving the shoes out in the light, he walks in, I can hear him.