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The The - WeatherBelle текст песни

Исполнитель: The The

альбом: NakedSelf


Sitting at the back of a smoke filled room
On a cold and sunny afternoon
Drinking red wine
And counting the laugh lines
On the face of the girl who stands in the doorway
And over her shoulder
There's a world growing colder
I'm feeling older and slowly less sober
It's the first and the last time
That we'll ever meet
Just falling leaves
From winter trees
So light gives in to dark
The nylon sheets softly spark
Nostalgia strikes hard at the heart
That cannot escape from its past
And it's the first and the last time
That we'll ever meet
Just falling leaves
Dropping from winter trees
♪
Strangers touching the parts
That love cannot reach

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