Blondie - The View

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I love it when you come, I love it when you go.

You bring my tea to the table, but your cookings always slow.

Your stealing all my light, in my only preciuos days.

So when we’re sleepin by the night I hope your candle blows my way…

hope your candle blows my way… I hope you candle blows my way.

When I’m laughing, I’ll be crying

When I’m living, I’ll be dying.