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Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass And Bones

アーティスト:Swingin' Utters  アルバム:Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones 

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The first time I met you was up on the hill with tequilla on Tuesday and roses in well You gave me a kiss As strong as the winds That swirl through the lots of China basin I stood and I stared At the brass of St. Mary Where the beggers are more likely wishing then praying Heard the gamblers Rushing the gates of bay meadows or was it the beating Of hearts in the ghettos Give me your heart and take my ring, love Give me your heart And break this string, love I've plenty of room for improvement, you see and many a fool Fake this thing called love I stood and I stared at the cemetary stones


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