I could spend every day of your life looking for
Another night, Another Smoke filled bar.
I played my song, I
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out
No matter where I roam
I will return to my English
I have climbed highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only
Lay a whisper on my pillow
Leave the winter on the
When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary come
I pretended I'm glad you went away
These four walls closin'
Saturday afternoon the sunshine pours like wine through the window
And
Lying in my bed I hear,
The clock tick and
I draw back the curtains, hoping for some signs of
When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary
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