I was born guilty as sin To a mother guilty as hell That'll teach us for sniffing the dirt New hats for the old hurt It started in a garden It started in a bright lit hall It started in a garden And why would you wet the ground?
Cry me old trouble I like the weight Cry me old trouble I like the weight Me old trouble I like the weight Cry me old trouble I like the weight
I'm tied to something you read Through the din of a photograph Wrapped up in a second-hand quilt Worn thin and passed around It started in a garden It startеd in a bright lit hall It started in a garden And why would you wet thе ground?
Cry me old trouble I like the weight Cry me old trouble I like the weight Me old trouble I like the weight Cry me old trouble I like the weight
Outside the air is cool enough to make me sweat Under a peacock moon The spoon gets passed around It started in a garden It started in a bright lit hall It started in a garden And why would you wet the ground?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
