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SOLITAIRE
(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover)
Door... Don't close the door,
I want to feel the cold, I want to see the light.
Momma where you gone?
This is no dream, can't make it right if it's wrong.
Dancing with strangers,
Fighting with friends.
It's a matter of time between love and despair,
Falling over the line, empty hearts and icy stares.
Call me Solitaire...
The eyes... In the face on the wall,
Follow me round the room, follow me everywhere.
A heart without an echo, a man without a child,
Alone with all my sorrow.
Dancing with strangers,
Fighting with friends.
It's a matter of time between love and despair,
Falling over the line, empty hearts and icy stares.
Call me Solitaire...
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