Текст песни No Bleeding Hearts - Steve Harley
Don't
tell
me
I
belong
I
don't
care
where
the
keys
are
Don't
tell
me
that
you
long
To
brush
my
hair
where
the
bees
are
You'll
never
see
the
darkest
night
Or
the
colour
of
the
Negro
The
beauty's
in
the
innocence
below
Your
adolescent
charms
Free
my
soul,
feed
my
ego
As
you
navigate
the
calm
Sand
and
storm,
that
goes
where
we
go
The
legacy
of
old
wives'
tales
Diminishes
reality
Of
minor
parts
played
out
on
bended
knee
No
preachers,
no
religious
key
No
bleeding
hearts,
no
refugee
No
hope
Don't
tell
me
of
regrets
All
in
all
no
concession
No
one
can
read
our
heads
No
one
can
hear
our
confession
We
celebrate
in
plastic
shows
And
the
seventies
are
throwaway
In
minor
keys
and
drugs
that
steal
the
day
No
preachers,
no
religious
key
No
bleeding
hearts,
no
refugee
No
hope
You
think
that
you
perform
But
you
perform
like
a
stray
dog
You
shelter
from
the
storm
By
counting
time
like
a
meat
hog
It's
hard
to
see
the
darkest
night
Or
the
colour
of
the
Negro
I
wanna
see
the
light
before
I
go
No
preachers,
no
religious
key
No
bleeding
hearts,
no
refugee
No
hope
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