I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song
I'm twenty-two
I close my eyes, another dream arrives
Deeper and deeper into
(kirsty maccoll/marshall crenshaw)
I'm nearly sober
And I can see the truth
I'm
Sometimes it's hard to remember you lied
And memory fades as
I want so much to do so well
I've tried too
(kirsty maccoll)
Love's dreaming
Love's sleeping
And when it wakes again who kn
Annie I see your face in a window
Now you're a
I'm an autumn girl, flying over london
With the trees on
(kirsty maccoll)
I've been the token woman all my life
The token
Berlin
Love the sight and love the sound
I wish that I
(kirsty maccoll/mark e. nevin)
The last of england's spoiled brats
Grand order
I went up to the corner to ask about the
He blew into town like a paper sack
In a stolen
(kirsty maccoll)
She called me up the other day
And left a
Oh she is hot, she's hot, she's hot
She's just a
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