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MARTHA WAINWRIGHT >> Merchandise Links
MARTHA WAINWRIGHT
In the middle of the night Comes a knockin' at my door There's a limousine outside And I know who it's for And I've heard it being read And I heard it being said Oh that the comfort in your head And I wonder if it doesn't create A sense of shame In the middle of the night Comes a knockin' at my door There's a limousine outside And I know who it's for And you're leaning on your will in your heart As you walk to the top of the hill And you hope the will in your mind Does not jump from the edge to decline With a sense of shame It was a time before the last And we did not give up And I threw you on the ground And we did not get up And I don't know why And I don't know why But the tears in your eyes It made me want to cry With a sense of shame It was a time before the last We did not make up And I threw you on the ground And we did not get up But I don't know why And I don't know why There's something in your eyes It made me want to cry With a sense of shame You meet me heather deep I bury your heart on my knees All the time In the middle of the night Comes a knockin' at my door There's a limousine outside And I know who it's for
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