Matte Kudasai
by Augie March
Still, by the window pane
Pain, like the rain that's falling...
She waits in the air, Matte Kudasai
She sleeps in a chair in her sad America
Pain, like the rain that's falling...
She waits in the air, Matte Kudasai
She sleeps in a chair in her sad America
When, when was the night so long?
Long, like the notes I'm sending...
She waits in the air, Matte Kudasai
She sleeps in a chair in her sad America
Long, like the notes I'm sending...
She waits in the air, Matte Kudasai
She sleeps in a chair in her sad America
She waits in the air, Matte Kudasai
She sleeps in a chair in her sad America
She sleeps in a chair in her sad America
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