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WASTED SUNSETS (Blackmore/Glover/Gillan)
The day is gone when the angels come to stay
And all the silent whispers will be blown away.
And lying in the corner a pair of high heel shoes
Hanging on the wall gold and silver for the blues.
One too many wasted sunsets,
One too many for the road
And after dark the door is always open
Hoping someone else will show.
Someone is waiting behind an unlocked door
Grey circles overhead empties on the floor
The cracks in the walls have grown too long
The slow hand is dragging on afraid to meet the dawn.
One too many wasted sunsets,
One too many for the road
And after dark the door is always open
Hoping someone else will show.
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