All I want is the best for our lives my dear, and you know my wishes are sincere. Whats to say for the days I cannot bare. A Sunday smile you wore it
And a fall from you is a long way down I've found a better way out And a fall from you is a long way down I know a better way out Well it's been a long
A plague in the workhouse A plague on the poor now I feed on my drum 'til I'm dead Yesterday, fever Tomorrow, St. Peter I'll feed on my drum until then
Uptown, the street's in a calming way And outside is warm as a bed with a maid And I find it's all our waves and raves That makes the days go on this
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Time travels to learn your secret life in your mausoleum And Berlin is so ugly in the morning light but with them I could never feel so right
In the hall I heard your faints falling, your trial and my corrections made. You have all the prayers of my loose heart. You have all the prayers of
Well it's been a long time, long time now since I've seen you smile and I'll gamble away my fright and I'll gamble away my time and in a year, a year
I built my house of reeds upon a marsh in Elise My father was released a day's walk from San Denise We buried him beneath the bone-white sands of San
All these saints that I move without I lose without in vain All these saints, they move without They moved without again Well, all these places will
Like an ancient day and I'm on trial Let them seize the way, this once was an island And I could not stay for I believed them Left for the lights always
Come sit at the table under October's able skies once we'd seen eye to eye I'd known that I'd pass you by and I tried the bells chime seven times completed
I built my house of reeds upon a marsh in Elise My father was released a day's walk from San Denise We buried him beneath the bone white sands of San
Traduzione: Beirut. The Flying Club Cup.
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: In the hall I heard your faints falling, your trial and my corrections made. You have all the prayers of my loose heart. You have all the prayers
