I know where you're going I can tell where you have been You've been picking up scraps on Hasting Street trying to make ends meet and you can always tell when winter comes it goes right through your insides your eyes are full of icicles and the aisles
November brides
Is this what you wanted? Is this how it's done? In a little shop downstairs you lose the last of what made you young and you can always tell when it's over you don't call them laugh lines anymore yes you can always tell when it's over
November brides
You've said your piece now what more can I say? You've said your piece now I just hope there's someone there to pick up the bouquet
I know that you're trying and you're doing the best that you can she keeps her heart in the bottom drawer and you're the barometer man and we all got sunk by a floating voter and a world with its head in its hands from the gods down to the gallery we see
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Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérpretes: Anthony John Shepherd (Tony Shepherd) (PPL - I), Mark Nicholas Hewerdine (Boo) (PPL - I), Neill Maccoll (Mccoll Neill) (PPL - I)Publicado em 1966 (01/Fev)ECAD verificado fonograma #17254490 em 09/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM