{"id":9971,"date":"2013-09-28T06:05:54","date_gmt":"2013-09-28T04:05:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/1-life.co.il\/?p=9971"},"modified":"2013-09-28T06:05:54","modified_gmt":"2013-09-28T04:05:54","slug":"%d7%9c%d7%90%d7%95%d7%a0%d7%a8%d7%93-%d7%9b%d7%94%d7%9f-%d7%91%d7%9f-79","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/1-life.co.il\/?p=9971","title":{"rendered":"\u05dc\u05d0\u05d5\u05e0\u05e8\u05d3 \u05db\u05d4\u05df \u05d1\u05df 79"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
\nI ache in the places where I used to play
\n.And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on
\nI’m just paying my rent every day
\nin the Tower of Song<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get?
\nHank Williams hasn’t answered yet
\nBut I hear him coughing all night long
\nA hundred floors above me
\nIn the Tower of Song<\/p>\n

I was born like this, I had no choice
\nI was born with the gift of a golden voice
\nAnd twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond
\nThey tied me to this table right here
\nIn the Tower of Song<\/p>\n

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
\nI’m very sorry, baby, doesn’t look like me at all
\nI’m standing by the window where the light is strong
\nAh they don’t let a woman kill you
\nNot in the Tower of Song<\/p>\n

Now you can say that I’ve grown bitter but of this you may be sure
\nThe rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor
\nAnd there’s a mighty judgment coming, but I may be wrong
\nYou see, you hear these funny voices
\nIn the Tower of Song<\/p>\n

I see you standing on the other side
\nI don’t know how the river got so wide
\nI loved you baby, way back when
\nAnd all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed
\nBut I feel so close to everything that we lost
\nWe’ll never have to lose it again<\/p>\n

Now I bid you farewell, I don’t know when I’ll be back
\nThere moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track
\nBut you’ll be hearing from me baby, long after I’m gone
\nI’ll be speaking to you sweetly
\nFrom a window in the Tower of Song<\/p>\n

Yeah my friends are gone and my hair is gray
\nI ache in the places where I used to play
\nAnd I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on
\nI’m just paying my rent every day
\nOh in the Tower of Song
\n