Letras:
Anderson Ian

: This sparkling wine is all but empty. Too late for trains and no taxis. I know the feeling. Seems all too contrived. There was no master plan but

: Down at the church the flower girl sits. Legs innocent, apart. I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart. Painted sister stopped beside.

: Hard black crows bobbing where once ran deep furrows. Frazzled oak silhouetted in her ivy dress. Winter sun catches dog fox through thin hedges:

: In all my lives, I never knew anyone like you before. Woke up one day, swore I heard the sound of heaven knocking on my door. And after all these

: Dear uncle sold her into the purest kind of slavery. Hood-eyed little middlemen profited from damaged goods along the way. Good angels brought her

: Night close in on a shanty town. Panama freighter wearing rusty brown. She sails tomorrow and she's homeward bound. Head up on a lumpy sea. I'm

: No buzz words, fuzzy fudge words, so freeze those goalposts, don't take the Admiral on board. This Hardy's not for kissing? Expression, no explosion

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