Circumstances

Circumstances
Put it in your pocke, locket, close it up for keeps. Sweep it under the rug, you turn your head, close your eyes and sigh.

You lie it on the floor and you walk by.
Come on man, what's bugging you na-now,
It's enough to make me.cry



Credits
Writer(s): Daphne Willis
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