Leonard Cohen - 1971 Songs Of Love And Hate
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Well I stepped into an avalanche,it covered up my soul
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when I am not this hunchback that you see,I sleep beneath the golden hill.
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You who wish to conquer pain,you must learn, learn to serve me well.
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You strike my side by accident as you go down for your gold.
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The cripple here that you clothe and feed is neither starved nor cold
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he does not ask for your company,not at the centre, the centre of the world.
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When I am on a pedestal,you did not raise me there.
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Your laws do not compel me to kneel grotesque and bare.
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I myself am the pedestal for this ugly hump at which you stare.
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You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn what makes me kind
´ç½ÅÀÌ °íÅëÀ» Á¤º¹ÇϰíÀÚ ÇÑ´Ù¸é, ³ª¸¦ »ç³ÉÇÏ°Ô ¸¸µå´Â ¹ýÀ» ¹è¿ö¾ß¸¸ ÇØ
the crumbs of love that you offer me, they're the crumbs I've left behind.
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Your pain is no credential here,
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it's just the shadow, shadow of my wound.
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I have begun to long for you,I who have no greed
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I have begun to ask for you,I who have no need.
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You say you've gone away from me, but I can feel you when you breathe.
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Do not dress in those rags for me,
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I know you are not poor
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you don't love me quite so fiercely now
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when you know that you are not sure,
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it is your turn, beloved,it is your flesh that I wear.
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