Gold Motel - These Sore Eyes | Текст песни

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I go out alone every Saturday night
I come home alone pretending it's alright
I still read your books underneath city street lights
These sore eyes are such an awful sight

I keep on looking to the past
Trying to find all the reasons why

I go out alone every Saturday night
I come home alone pretending it's alright
I still read your books underneath city street lights
These sore eyes are such an awful sight

I keep on playing all your songs
Hoping to find a simple reason why

You come, you go, you're never far away from me
You come, you're here, you're in and out of love with me
You come, you go, you're never far away from me
And so I try to find all the reasons why

I keep on playing all your songs
Hoping to find all the reasons why

I go out alone every Saturday night
I come home alone pretending it's alright
I still read your books underneath city street lights
These sore eyes are such an awful sight
These sore eyes are such an awful sight

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