And those were the days of roses,
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
We’d packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
Tom Waits - Martha
And those were the days of roses,
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
We’d packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
Tom Waits - Martha
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Tom Waits