Текст песни The The - WeatherBelle, слова песни The The

Текст песни The The - WeatherBelle

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Sitting at the back of a smoke filled roomOn a cold and sunny afternoonDrinking red wineAnd counting the laugh linesOn the face of the girl who stands in the doorwayAnd over her shoulderThere`s a world growing colderI`m feeling older and slowly less soberIt`s the first and the last timeThat we`ll ever meetJust falling leavesFrom winter treesSo light gives in to darkThe nylon sheets softly sparkNostalgia strikes hard at the heartThat cannot escape from its pastAnd it`s the first and the last timeThat we`ll ever meetJust falling leavesDropping from winter treesStrangers touching the partsThat love cannot reach

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