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L.a. Guns - Long Time Dead L.a. Guns - Long Time Dead |
| When I came down to your riverside
Saw you standing there
Pocketful of moonbeams
You had henna in your hair
And I never felt so lonely
Got the feeling I can't shed
It might seem like a premonition, but
You're a long time dead
Gonna be a long time dead
Oh, misery, the devil's in my head
The seasons had already turned
Wind began to howl
Change in fortune's what I need
And there was little doubt
That they never heard my testimony
Not a single word I said
Yeah, the judge, he whispered in my ears
"You're gonna be a long time dead"
Gonna be a long time dead
Oh, misery, devil's in my head
Came down to your riverside
And I saw you standing there
A locket full of moonbeams
You had henna in your hair
And I never felt so lonely
Got the feeling I can't shed
And it might seem like a premonition, but
You're a long time dead
Gonna be, gonna be a long time dead
A long time dead |
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