Paroles de Lucy's Sad
the pale sun has grown untilsnow drips over your frozen limbs.
darkness follows everything,
the cold drinks you up.
hills of green as overhead,
covering that winter death.
even time seems to rest now-
maybe you can get up tomorrow.
lucy's sad,
lucy's sad.
maybe you can get up tomorrow.
lucy's sad,
lucy's sad.
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