James Douglas Morrison - The book of days | Текст песни

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• James Douglas Morrison
• The book of days

She's selling news in the market
The girls of the factory, rolling cigars
She selling news in the market, time in the hall
The girls of the factory, rolling cigars
The girls of the factory, rolling cigars
They haven't invented music yet so I read to them
from the Book of Days;
A horror story from the gothic age
A gruesome romance from the L.A. plague
They haven't invented music yet so I read to them
from the Book of Days;
A gruesome romance from the L.A. plague
A horror story from the gothic age
The gothic age
The girls of the factory,rolling cigars
I read to them
In an empty lot in Fresno.