Crawl the stairs past the pictures that hung And a lamp that was lit, on a wall, a quarter past one Oh, oh, straight to the room where I wanted to lay Because those were the days of the wine
Years go by when you're small Hours are minutes that beat with your heart Old mother told you to wait for your turn
Leaves for the covers, to offer relief But the ring of the streets hammer gently
Did you hear the phone ring, mister? Did you get the diamond ring, sister?
Did you find a new place, honey? When we gonna get the new puppy?
Years go by when you're small Hours are minutes that beat with your heart Old mother told you to wait for your turn
Everybody, every everybody
Everybody, every everybody
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