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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
YouŽre smilinŽ now but youŽll find out
TheyŽll use you up and spit you out now
Your headŽs spinninŽ in diamonds and clouds
But pretty soon it turns out
YouŽll be cominŽ down now baby
YouŽll be cominŽ down
What goes around it comes around and
YouŽll be cominŽ down
Easy street and quick buck and true lies
SmileŽs as sad as those dusky blue skies
A silver plate of pearls my golden child
ItŽs all yours at least for a little while
YouŽll be fine long as your pretty face holds out
Then itŽs gonna get pretty cold out
Endless streams of stars shootinŽ by
You got your hopes on high
YouŽll be cominŽ down now baby
YouŽll be cominŽ down
What goes around it comes around and
YouŽll be cominŽ down
For a while youŽll 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 skyŽs gone candy-apple green
The crushed metal of your little fine machine
YouŽll be cominŽ down now baby
YouŽll be cominŽ down
What goes around it comes around and
YouŽll be cominŽ down
YouŽll be cominŽ down now baby
YouŽll be cominŽ down
What goes around it comes around and
YouŽll be cominŽ down