------------------------------ Chords Coming Soon... ------------------------------ When I asked you what had happened, You just stared off into space. We were only rappin' But I put you in that place, And you thought back to the time When you had let go of that ace. With a pair of blues and worn out shoes, You lost your poker face. It's been hot, hot as hell In this cramped, river town. I vowed not to tell And spread no rumors round. But did you think that you could stop The rain from falling down. We all knew it wasn't you Who bore the thorny crown. Lift up your glass, help me finish this wine. We don't have to talk at all the crickets are just fine. The crickets speak my mind. There's one devil on your shoulder And another in your pants. Each year that you grow older, They start to make more sense. One wispered in your ear that She's the Saint of Circumstance. Even though you told her no, She kept asking you to dance... With their tiny violins For their lovers crickets call As she pushes little pins Into her brand new voodoo doll. Maybe when this all blows over Sometime in the early fall, You'll begin to laugh again And forget your Annie Hall. Lift up your glass, help me finish this wine. We don't have to talk at all the crickets are just fine. The crickets speak my mind. [solo] Don't let your mind go sour, boy, Don't ponder your revenge For with each broken hour Your wounded heart will mend And leave you as a veteran With a scar that you'll pretend Is a sign that you will find The one who's meant for you, my friend. Lift up your glass, help me finish this wine. We don't have to talk at all the crickets are just fine. The crickets speak my mind. |
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