On a Grey Morning - by
On a grey morning
/ I walk the streets downtown,
/ the fog cuts into my burning eyes,
/ it cuts into my throat,
/ and is cold…
On a grey morning
/ I walk the streets downtown,
/ the fog cuts into my burning eyes,
/ it cuts into my throat,
/ and is cold…
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