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Says Elliott Lyrics - Artist : Baier, Sibylle
I grow old, I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled, says Elliott
I grow old, I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled, says Elliott Days keep growing short, nights too Let us go then, you and I And try to unlearn, says Elliott He seeks for return and burns ancient love letters Let us go then you and I and lie by marble stone, says Elliott And put a record on the gramophone Lie down dear, on the weed Don't weep dear Gaily clad Sadness is a radical quantity, says Elliott Sadness is a long brown ribbon, says he Sadness is beautiful I grow old, I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled, says Elliott I grow old, I shall wear my trousers rolled, says Elliott |
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