Tuesday, 13 December 2011

flabbbergaster.



I took my feet to Oxford street
Trying to right or wrong
Just walk away those windows
But I can't believe she's gone


When your still waiting for the snowfall
Doesn't really feel like Christmas at all


A group of candles on me are flickering
Oh they flicker and they flow
And I am up here holding on to all those chandeleers of hope
And like some drunken in this city
I am go singing out of tune
Singing how I always loved you darling
And how I always will



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