The morning
light has washed your face,
and
everything is turning blue now,
hold
on to your pillow case
there's
nothing i can do now,
as i
say goodbye to ruby's arms,
you'll
find another soldier,
and
i swear to god by christmas,
there'll
be someone else to hold you.
The only
thing i'm taking is
the
scarf off of your clothesline,
i'll
hurry past your chest of drawers,
and
your broken window chimes,
as i
say goodbye
i'll
say goodbye,
say
goodbye to ruby's arms.
i'll
feel my way down the darken hall,
and
out into the morning,
the
hobos at the freightyards,
have
kept their fires burning,
so jesus
christ this goddamn rain,
will
someone put me on a train,
i'll
never kiss your lips again,
or break
your heart,
as i
say goodbye
i'll
say goodbye,
say
goodbye to ruby's arms.
Marco Giunco |
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