Sunday, October 9, 2011

Door to Door, words

It's tough being left in a right-hand world
It's hard being single when you knock on doors
And your foot got bit when she got bored
So you moved to the city where you hit the floor
'Cause a drink was your only way of escape
Could you hold my hands and we'll forget the shakes
Could you hold my hands and we'll forget the quakes
You'll never get the stains out of your shirt
Your white collar's soiled a deep dark blue


here's the audio

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