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-->Wasted Sunsets The day is gone when the angels come to stay And all the silent whispers will be blown a way And lying in the corner a pair of high heel shoes Hanging on the wall gold and silver for the blues One too many wasted sunsets One too many for the road And after dark the door is always open Hoping someone else will show Someone is waiting behind an unlocked door Grey circles overhead empties on the floor The cracks in the walls have grown too long The slow hand is dragging on afraid to meet the dawn One too many wasted sunsets One too many for the road And after dark the door is always open Hoping someone else will show Deep Purple PERFECT STRANGERS

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