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ED HARCOURT >> Merchandise Links
ED HARCOURT
For days I've searched for the words So I don't make a mess of this I'll trade my eyes for a fleeting wish I woke at 7am The cold air was not becoming This tune I started humming And you lay there so still With dark eyes shut and whiskey breath You hadn't taken off your black dress The curtain fell from its rail I shut the window so it wouldn't shatter But it was nothing it didn't matter To me our lives are barely built to last How did you creep up on me so damn fast my dear? I sat in the kitchen and thought I've had a few knocks here and there Was mostly my fault so I don't care You said I have a bad side It comes when all the clocks have stopped I feel my heart begin to drop To me our lives are fast approaching death So let's go out in my suit and your black dress my dear You will come back
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