Lucy
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Lyrics
Lucy Lucy Well I wont curse your mothers name You're gone with the wind No more heartless point the blame that no one can win And it comes as no surprise here That December calls you home To the winter cold Let England call you home You left by my door step A pair of your old shoes Outside my window The flowers that you grew Memories of Sundays Your point of view And just one black white photograph To remind me of you Lucy Lucy Lucy Lucy Lucy Lucy You left by my doorstep A pair of your old shoes And just one black white photograph To remind me of you
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 03:34
- Key
- 10
- Tempo
- 135 BPM