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- The The Weather Belle 歌詞
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- 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
Theres a world growing colder
Im feeling older and slowly less sober
Its the first and the last time
That well 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 its the first and the last time
That well ever meet
Just falling leaves
from winter trees
And its the first and the last time
That well ever meet
Just falling leaves
Dropping from winter trees
Strangers touching the parts
That love cannot reach
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