What Is True

	  		Intro 
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Silver tongues are speaking long and hard into the night 
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I must be myself and I'll do alright 
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Oh, please my darling, do not make me sad 
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Late at night nobody really wants to feel that bad 

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The rain it beats impatiently upon the windowpane 
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I must close my ears or I'll go insane 
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Can't you be a gentle breeze or silent as a snowfall 
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Won't you try and listen for the voice behind the wall 
   Em       A 
It cries to you 

 
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Even though it only ever whispers part of what it knows 
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And it's never ventured through the locks where the brazen river flows 
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It's the fingerprint which is never made, it's the perfume of a rose.... 


Verse 
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And it is there if you are searching, but the moment must be right 
                              Em        A 
As the night is black, as the day it is light 
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Please.. my friend, help to make me glad 
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Help me find the one and only thing I've never had 
Em      A 
What is true 


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Even though it only ever whispers part of what it knows 
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And it's never ventured through the locks where the brazen river flows 
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It's the fingerprint which is never made, it's the perfume of a rose.... 


Outro 
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