In this world of work and hangovers
Where will your golden hand lay its touch?
In this world of work and hangovers
Where will your golden hand lay its touch?
The city lights tonight
The city nights, the light
Provide me with the feeling
The roots to be strong
What about when they go out
For me you've all burnt out
And the day can't repay this debt in your name
I should've known... I should've known... I should've known
You'd be leaving soon
Monday, May 3, 2010
in the key of C
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