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Old-Time Melody
Here come that old-time melody
And I should get out and go home
I know it need some place to be
At the end, we shall know who is right or wrong
You meet my own true love of mine
You blew your steel breath on her mind
You had the time, you had the choice
There was so many lies in your voice
Here come that old-time melody
And I should get out and go home
I know it need some place to be
At the end, we shall know who is right or wrong
I touched her skin, her loneliness,
Spread on my hand the vacuum that I guess.
Some bitters ideas have grown
I search for her parfum all around
Here come that old-time melody
And I should get out and go home
I know it need some place to be
At the end, we shall know who is right or wrong
I was born in the dawn of a saturday
I learned how to leave not how to stay
But I can read in your bleeding soul,
And seems to be back when i'm really gone
Here come that old-time melody
And I should get out and go home
I know it need some place to be
At the end, we shall know who is right or wrong
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