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White roses and misty blue eyes
Red mornings and nothing but grey skies
A cup of coffee, your heart shot clean through
Jacket you bought me gone daisy grey-blue
You´re smilin´ now but you´ll find out
They´ll use you up and spit you out now
Your head´s spinnin´ in diamonds and clouds
But pretty soon it turns out
You´ll be comin´ down now baby
You´ll be comin´ down
What goes around it comes around and
You´ll be comin´ down
Easy street and quick buck and true lies
Smile´s as sad as those dusky blue skies
A silver plate of pearls my golden child
It´s all yours at least for a little while
You´ll be fine long as your pretty face holds out
Then it´s gonna get pretty cold out
Endless streams of stars shootin´ by
You got your hopes on high
You´ll be comin´ down now baby
You´ll be comin´ down
What goes around it comes around and
You´ll be comin´ down
For a while you´ll go sparkling by
Just another pretty thing on high
[Sax solo]
Like a thief on a Sunday morning
It all falls apart with no warning
Satin sky´s gone candy-apple green
The crushed metal of your little fine machine
You´ll be comin´ down now baby
You´ll be comin´ down
What goes around it comes around and
You´ll be comin´ down
You´ll be comin´ down now baby
You´ll be comin´ down
What goes around it comes around and
You´ll be comin´ down
