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hey it's me
I just got off the train
a frightening place
the faces are concrete grey
and I'm wondering, should I turn round?
buy another ticket
the panic is coming on strong
so cold from the inside out
no great drama
message coming in
in the oh-so-smug
glassy eyed light of day
glassy eyed light of day
the path trails off and heads
down the mountain
through the dry bush
I don't know where it leads
and I don't really care
I feel this love to the core
( I feel this love turned cold )
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вот он я, прямо
с поезда
что за жуткое место
серые лица цвета бетона
и вот я гадаю:
а не лучше вернуться?
взять обратный билет
страх не отпускает меня
и я цепенею изнутри.
мне приходит смс —
не разыгрывай тут драму
в свете дня ее читаю
в бледном-бледном свете дня
тропа исчезает
в сухих кустах
у подножья горы
я не знаю куда он ведет
и мне вообще-то все равно
я чувствую эту любовь до мозга костей
я чувствую эту любовь до мозга костей |
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alter
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the gutters are full
coming unstitched
cant seem to fit in the
oh so smug
glassy eyed light of day
yeah its still me
trying to break the cycle
a silent voice
a light coming on on your
a big thick wall
not so serious as
sin or fate or circumstance
a frightening place
that i cant quite understand
where the
rules have changed
the glassy eyed light of day
hey its me
circling in the wind
do i waste my life
hopelessly dangling?
father son and holy ghost
dont come back
you are not welcome
I only did what I thought was right
marching time
again I got to say
goodbye again
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