Together held with footsteps she outgew
But now she sits alone, everyone's long gone
She dances in a photograph
When it was good to joke and have a laugh
But that was yesterday, if only today
Now the walls are crawling faces that still breathe
But before she nods her head what's left but sleep
She hears a chorus of factory girls
Singin' in the streets
Drinkin' their coca-colas
After washing your filthy sheets
Chasin down the avaenue
After a childhood that she never knew
Choking on woodbine
Cigarettes just kill the time
Now the walls are crawling faces
That still breathe
But before she nods her head what's left but sleep
She hears a chrous of factory girls
Singin's aoin and all
Empty are their pockets
But their voices are filled with song
Come day go day
Wish in my hearty it was Sunday
Drinking buttermilk all the week
And whiskey on a Sunday
Come day go day
Wish in my hearty it was Sunday
Drinking buttermilk all the week
And whiskey on a Sunday
Now the walls are crawling faces that still breathe
But before she nods her head what's's left but sleep
She hears a chorus of factory girls
Singin' in the streets
Drinkin' their coca-colas
After washing your filthy sheets
She hears a chrous of factory girls
Singin's aoin and all
Empty are their pockets
But their voices are filled with song
Stayed Richard and his court of Kings
He stole my heart and many other things
But me I took his crown
Wish he was here to steal it now
Build a bridge or maybe two Together held with footsteps she outgew But now she sits alone, everyone's long gone She dances in a photograph When it was good to joke and have a laugh But that was yesterday, if only today Now the walls are crawling faces that still breathe But before she nods her head what's left but sleep She hears a chorus of factory girls Singin' in the streets Drinkin' their coca-colas After washing your filthy sheets Chasin down the avaenue After a childhood that she never knew Choking on woodbine Cigarettes just kill the time Now the walls are crawling faces That still breathe But before she nods her head what's left but sleep She hears a chrous of factory girls Singin's aoin and all Empty are their pockets But their voices are filled with song Come day go day Wish in my hearty it was Sunday Drinking buttermilk all the week And whiskey on a Sunday Come day go day Wish in my hearty it was Sunday Drinking buttermilk all the week And whiskey on a Sunday Now the walls are crawling faces that still breathe But before she nods her head what's's left but sleep She hears a chorus of factory girls Singin' in the streets Drinkin' their coca-colas After washing your filthy sheets She hears a chrous of factory girls Singin's aoin and all Empty are their pockets But their voices are filled with song Stayed Richard and his court of Kings He stole my heart and many other things But me I took his crown Wish he was here to steal it now Explain Request ×
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