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Faith | by Giampaolo Squarcina
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The Cure, Faith (1981)




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Catch me if I fall

I'm losing hold

I can't just carry on this way

And every time

I turn away

Lose another blind game

The idea of perfection holds me

Suddenly I see you change

Everything at once

The same

But the mountain never moves


Rape me like a child

Christened in blood

Painted like an unknown saint

There's nothing left but hope

Your voice is dead

And old

And always empty

Trust in me through closing years

Perfect moments wait

If only we could stay


Say the right words

Or cry like the stone white clown

And stand forever

Lost forever in a happy crowd


No one lifts their hands

No one lifts their eyes

Justified with empty words

The party just gets better and better


I went away alone

With nothing left

But faith

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Taken on May 1, 2014