Letra de Bach Is Dead
Walking women want to see
The Southern Cross at night.
And so they set aside a sock
The Southern Cross at night.
And so they set aside a sock
And tie their laces tight.
Yes, mournful is the melody
That echoes in their heads.
Without a beat they march along
Believing Bach is dead.
Yes, mournful is the melody
That echoes in their heads.
Without a beat they march along
Believing Bach is dead.
FLYNN, HOMER, III/FOX, HARDY WINFRED
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