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You’ll Be Comin’ Down


Auteur/Compositeur : Bruce Springsteen

Texte chanson

White roses and misty blue eyes Red mornings, then nothin' but gray skies A cup of coffee, a heart shot clean through The jacket you bought me gone daisy gray-blue You're smiling now but you'll find out They'll use you up and spit you out now Your head's spinnin' in diamonds and clouds But pretty soon it turns out You'll be comin' down now baby You'll be coming down What goes around, it comes around and You'll be comin' down Easy street, a quick buck and true lies Smiles as thin as those dusky blue skies A silver plate of pearls my golden child It's all yours at least for a little while You'll be fine long as your pretty face holds out Then it's gonna get pretty cold out An empty stream of stars shooting by You got your hopes on high You'll be comin' down now baby You'll be coming down What goes around, it comes around and You'll be comin' down For a while you'll go sparklin' by Just another pretty thing on high Like a thief on a Sunday morning It all falls apart with no warning Your cinnamon sky's gone candy-apple green The crushed metal of your little flying machine You'll be comin' down now baby You'll be coming down What goes around, it comes around and You'll be comin' down You'll be comin' down now baby You'll be coming down What goes around, it comes around and You'll be comin' down