Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)



Went down to Santa Fe, where Renoir paints the walls,

described you clearly, but the sky began to fall



Am I ever gonna see your face again?



Trams cars and taxis, like a wax-works on the move

carrying young girls past me, but none of them are you



Am I ever gonna see your face again?



Without you near me I got no place to go

wait at the bar, maybe you might show



Am I ever gonna see your face again?



I got to stop these tears that's falling from my eye

go walk out in the rain, so no one sees me cry



Am I ever gonna see your face again?



Can't stop the memory that goes climbing through my brain

I get no answer so the question still remains



Am I ever gonna see your face again?



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