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L.A. Guns

When I came down to your riverside
And saw you standing there
Pocketful of moonbeams
You had henna in your hair

And I never felt so lonely
Got the feeling I can't shed
It might seem like a premonition
But you're a long time dead

Gonna be a long time dead
Misery, the devil's in my head

The seasons had already turned
The wind began to howl
A change of fortune is what I need
And there was little doubt

That they had never heard my testimony
Not a single word I said
Well, the judge, he whispered in my ears
Gonna be a long time dead

Gonna be a long time dead
Misery, the devil's in my head

Came down to your riverside
And I saw you standing there
Pocketful of moonbeams
You had henna in your hair

And I never felt so lonely
Got the feeling I can't shed
It might seem like a premonition
But a long time dead

Gonna be, gonna be a long time dead
A long time dead

Written by CRIPPS, MICK / GUNNS, TRACII / LEWIS, PHILIP / NICKELS, KELLY
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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