The milk truck hauls the sun upAnd the paper hits the doorThe subway shakes my floorAnd i think about youTime to face the dawning grayOf another lonely dayBaby, it’s so hardLiving without you….
The milk truck hauls the sun up
And the paper hits the doorThe subway shakes my floorAnd i think about youTime to face the dawning grayOf another lonely dayBaby, it’s so hardLiving without you….
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