Here they come every night the same
Silent stars, light from
Ain't no miracle being born
People doin? it everyday
Ain't no miracle
Mary, are you sleeping? Mary, I'm afraid
Mary, can I live
Somebody's down to their last dime
Somebody's running out of time
Not
Some of my old friends are here
The light isn't good
It all began the day I found
That from my window
I understand there's nothing I can do
I can't be what
You'd never recognize the room.
The pictures all have different frames
Don't know why
There's no sun up in the sky
Stormy weather
Since
Last night I lay a sleeping there came a dream
The whispers in the morning
Of lovers sleeping tight
Are rolling by
I'm a simple man, you know I don't have much
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