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It was early in the morning, we were sitting on the stoop, There wheeled away a starling And I thought that I would too. Whoa, to all I knew I was lost through and through In my high heels, and my old dress With my new keys in the wrong city. I tied the knots to remember in my heart So I choke and I sputter to a stop I am a borrower and lender of the lot. I walk away asleep and chalk an outline round the scene. This shadow play of whiskey talk, a heavy denier dream. Whoa, now let it be I was lost in him and me In my high heels, and my old dress Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com With my new keys and the roses I tied the knots to remember in my heart So I choke and I sputter to a stop I am a , in the other part In my high heels, and my old dress With my new keys in the wrong city In my high heels, and my old dress With my new keys in the wrong city I tied the knots to remember in my heart So I choke and I sputter to a stop I am a borrower and lender of the lot. I tied the knots to remember in my heart I tied the knots to remember in my heart So I choke and I sputter to a stop Thanks to Laina for correcting these lyrics |