I hold an image of the ashtray girl Of cigarette burns on my chest I wrote a poem that described her world That put our friendship to the test And late
I hold an image of the ashtray girl Of the cigarette burns on my chest I wrote a poem that described her world That put our friendship to the test And
Got a date a week from Friday with a preacher's son Everybody says he's crazy, I'll have to see I finally moved to Jackson when the summer came I won'
That old picture with my arm around you Tore it to pieces this morning at two, score one for me I took your portrait off the living room wall Then I started
Love, oh I hate to see you go In the winter of our reason Our hearts are drifting Snow, pure as the flakes that hit the ground Softly falling from the
I hold an image of the ashtray girl As the cigarette burns on my chest I wrote a poem that described her world That put my friendship to the test And
That old picture with my arm around you Tore it to pieces this morning at two Score one for me I took your portrait off the living room wall Then I started
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I hold an image of the ashtray girl As the cigarette burns on my chest I wrote a poem that described her world That put my friendship to the test
: I hold an image of the ashtray girl As the cigarette burns on my chest I wrote a poem that described her world That put my friendship to the test
: I hold an image of the ashtray girl As the cigarette burns on my chest I wrote a poem that described her world That put my friendship to the test And
Got a date a week from Friday with a preacher's son Everybody says he's crazy I'll have to wait and see I finally moved to Jackson when the summer came
I meet you in the park he was running across the fields Two photos and I remember this into the green. And the river's blue one day I will find every