Do The Numbers lyrics

Bless the precious sensitive soul
who looks around and sees a miserable world
and suffers
Pretty baby how you suffer
Compassion separates us from the beasts
who crawl on bellies or walk on feet
You`re a lover
Pretty baby you`re a lover To feel so bad is to add
another misery upon the misery
Okay to cry but don`t bleed
that`s not what they need

Aie Yaille
Do the numbers and grow up ...
Giving love should be enough

So I love the one all dressed in black
one who gave her heart but not a thing came back
She got a black box
She keeps her heart in a black box

She became one of the ones
who turned her into what she`s become
She got a black box
She keeps her heart in a black box

I have failed, bastards prevailed
I gave my heart but only part of it came back
The balance is wrong
I can`t hang on

Aie Yaille
Do the numbers and grow up ...
When giving love is not enough
Aie Yaille

You`ll always be a part of me
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