Testi:
Richard Thompson

(Richard Thompson) One thing always leads to another In life and love they say You got too close and now That boy's gonna make you rue the day You grab

This house is dark and shuttered Luck has gone out the door No daytime will shine In this empty room no more Bad news is all the wind can carry I heard

As I walked out on a midsummer's morning For to view the fields and to take the air Down by the banks of the sweet primroses There I beheld a most ?love

Bathsheba smiles She smiles and veins turn to ice She smiles and heads bow down She works the room Air-kisses every victim twice She spreads her joy

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I was nineteen when I came to town, they called it the Summer of Love They were burning babies, burning flags. The hawks against the doves I took a job

Kind soul, kind soul, pennies for my begging bowl London stones, hard and cold When you're up in the morning early Here's my babes to catch your eye

I?m beating my retreat Back home to you I?m beating my retreat Back home to you I?m burning all my bridges I?m burning all my bridges I?m burning

All of my life I feed the big chimney Coke and ore, I pour it in Food for the hungry mouth of the monster Got to keep the production rolling Black ore