paroles de chanson The Wind Cries Mary - Richie Sambora
After
all
the
jacks
are
in
their
boxes
and
the
clowns
have
all
gone
to
bed
You
can
hear
happiness
staggering
on
down
the
street
Footprints
dressed
in
red
and
the
wind
whispers
mary
A
broom
is
drearily
sweeping
up
the
broken
pieces
of
yesterdays
life
Somewhere
a
queen
is
weeping
somewhere
a
king
has
no
wife
And
the
wind
it
cries
mary
The
traffic
lights
they
turn
of
blue
tomorrow
And
shine
their
emptiness
down
on
my
bed
The
tiny
island
sails
downstream
cause
the
life
that
lived
is
is
dead
And
the
wind
screams
mary
Will
the
wind
ever
remember
the
names
it
has
blown
in
the
past
And
with
this
crutch
it's
old
age
and
it's
wisdom
It
whispers
no
this
will
be
the
last
And
the
wind
cries
mary
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