Raindrops on George
You traced eternity on my soul
Red square holds court
Those lords and ladies all look dead
Pale, pale faces
Boots and laces
Following the tracers
To you
And your sparkly cigarette
High on the wall
Not afraid to fall
Not afraid of anything
Pale, pale faces boots and laces
Following the tracers
To you
And your sparkly cigarette
Pale, pale faces
Boots and laces
Following the tracers
To you
And your sparkly cigarette
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