Tuesday
Mysig låt.
One year like any old other year, in a week like any week
Monday lying down, half asleep
People doing what people do, lovin, walkin and gettin through
No portraits on the walls of seventh avenue
The Tuesday came and went, like a helicopter over head
The letter that she left, cold adressed in red
Tuesday came and went one, one September when
Will she come again?
One year like any old other year, in a week like any week
Monday lying down, half asleep
People doing what people do, lovin, walkin and gettin through
No portraits on the walls of seventh avenue
The Tuesday came and went, like a helicopter over head
The letter that she left, cold adressed in red
Tuesday came and went one, one September when
Will she come again?
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