Syd Lewis - morning leave Songtexte

Songtexte morning leave - Syd Lewis




With nowhere to go
A breath on a stranger's front porch
Speak of what you know
They offer you a smoke
With nowhere to row
Quite sigh with eyes to soak
Just as rare as it was before
In the morning leave
With nowhere to go
A breath on a stranger's front porch
Speak of what you know
They offer you a smoke
With nowhere to row
Quite sigh with eyes to soak
Just as it was before
In the morning leave



Autor(en): Sean-patrick Dowen


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