Текст песни Cook with Honey - Judy Collins
Everything
is
fading
away
I'm
looking
forward
to
my
final
daze
To
the
end
of
my
horrid
life
At
the
end
of
my
table
Sits
my
butcher
knife
Can't
stand
your
lies
Or
your
twisted
truth
Can't
stand
your
logic
Can't
stand
your
views
I've
been
through
your
twisted
maze
And
i'm
still
waiting
for
my
final
daze
Fine,
fine,
fine,
fine,
fine
I'm
living
my
final
Day,
day,
day,
day,
day
I'm
living
my
final
Contemplating
undecided
ways
Still
edging
closer
to
my
final
daze
Counting
seconds
letting
minutes
pass
Through
an
endless
tunnel
To
my
useless
past
Contradictions
in
my
head
at
night
My
aching
body
just
can't
win
the
fight
An
empty
bottle
lies
beside
the
bed
My
brain
is
empty
my
brain
is
dead
Fine,
fine,
fine,
fine,
fine
I'm
living
my
final
Day,
day,
day,
day,
day
I'm
living
my
final
Well
everything
is
fading
away
Looking
forward
to
my
final
daze
To
the
end
of
my
horrid
life
At
the
end
of
my
table
Sits
my
butcher
knife
Fine,
fine,
fine,
fine,
fine
I'm
living
my
final
Day,
day,
day,
day,
day
I'm
living
my
final
day
Correct
these
lyrics
1 Turn, Turn, Turn! / To Everything There Is a Season
2 So Early, Early In The Spring
3 Suzanne
4 Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues
5 Both Sides Now
6 Since You Asked
7 Albatross
8 My Father
9 Someday Soon
10 Who Knows Where The Time Goes
11 Chelsea Morning
12 Farewell To Tarwathie
13 Song for Judith (Open the Door)
14 Cook with Honey
15 Send In The Clowns (From A Little Night Music)
16 Amazing Grace
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