Cry Me Old Trouble
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
Cry 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
Cry 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?
Compositor: Cate Timothy (Cate Le Bon) (PRS)Editor: Domino Publishing Company Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #34821618 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEMOuça estações relacionadas a Cate Le Bon no Vagalume.FM