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*** Autor textu: Tim O\\\\\\\'Brien
In a room just like so many
Knives and forks and glasses clatter
He sat behind a microphone
In a corner where it didn’t matter
For honest pay an honest player
Sang for tips and vacant stares
On a nowhere night like any other
In a nowhere place where no one cares
She took a seat at an empty table
Looked at the specials on the menu there
She’d been out of love for the longest time
And told her friends she didn’t care
From his list he picked a sad one
Because his heart was empty too
The song she heard was like an arrow
From Cupid’s bow it fairly flew
Chorus:
One girl cried to a melody that turned around her soul
One girl cried amazed at how the lyrics took its tool
There beside a little table she thought she was safe alone
But his music hit its mark when one girl cried
People try to make things happen, to plant a seed and make it grow
They choose a crop to fit the climate, till the soil into a row
These two people did it different, more like bees on a flower vine
Instinct told them where to wander, without a map they made out fine
Remember there’s a hundred failures for every seed that sprouts and grows
It’s rare to find the right conditions, these things only nature knows
But miracles are bound to happen, these two mightjust pass the test
And get the care and love they need to carry on for all the rest.
