Martha
(Indisponível)
Martha, Martha
I'm taking back the things I left behind
Martha, Martha
You can't take back the things that you can't find
I didn't notice you until
They put you up on a pedestal
Instead of there on my window sill
I know it will be a bitter pill
Martha, Martha
Look behind you there's an open door
Martha, Martha
But you can't lift your wings up anymore
I didn't realize I knew
A part of me is a part of you
And once it's gone, it's gone for good
I knew it would be gone for good
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