Baby don’t ignore me We were smokers we were friends Forget that tired story Of betrayal and revenge I see the Ghost of Culture With numbers on his wrist Salute some new conclusion Which all of us have missed I cried for you this morning And I’ll cry for you again But I’m not in charge of sorrow So please don’t ask me when There may be wine and roses And magnums of champagne But we’ll never no we’ll never Ever be that drunk again The party’s over But I’ve landed on my feet I’ll be standing on this corner Where there used to be a street... https://youtube/watch?v=7gPTwrFYzxY
Posted on: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 23:03:04 +0000
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