Anna
The gramophones
Anna, how dare you don't even call me again?
You turned our thing into a bitter story
Good days comes and goes but in the and
Both of us, became lonely
You turned our thing into a bitter story
Good days comes and goes but in the and
Both of us, became lonely
I remember when we used to listen songs
All day long
Cheap wine and some Rolling Stones
Those were the days
You spitting in my shoes, ohh
And laughing for nothing
You were such a silly girl
How could a girl like you send me letters?
I know how much I kept them in mind
I bet you wish I could hold them forever
Sorry you're wrong 'cause I'm not that kind
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