Cry Me Old Trouble Lyrics by Cate Le Bon
I was born guilty as sin
To a mother guilty as hell
That’ll teach us for sniffing the dirt
New hats for the old hurt
It started in a garden
It started in a bright lit hall
It started in a garden
And why would you wet the ground?
Cry me old trouble.
I like the weight.
I’m tied to something you read
Through the din of a photograph
Wrapped up in a second-hand quilt
Worn thin and passed around
Outside the air is cool enough to make me sweat
Under a peacock moon
The spoon gets passed around
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