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Текстове на песни: Counting Crows. August & Everything After.

They're wakin' up maria 'cause everybody else has got someplace to go

She makes a little motion with her head. rolls over

And says she's gonna sleep for a couple minutes more

I said I'm sorry to maria for all the cold hearted things that I

have done

I said I'm sorry by now at least once to just about everyone

She says, I've forgotten what I'm supposed to do today

And it slips my mind what I'm supposed to say

I'm getting older and older and older

And always a little further out of the way

You look into her eyes and it's more than your heart will allow

In august and everything after, you get a little less than you

expected somehow

Well I stumbled into washington square just as the sun began to rise

And I walked across the lawn to the cathedral

And lay down in the shadow of st. Marys in the sky

I'm just one of these late model children waiting for the king

But there ain't no sign of elvis in san fransisco

It's just me, and I'm playing this rock and roll thing

She wants to be just like me

And I want every damn thing I can see.

You know one day you're daddy's little angel,

The next day you're everything he wanted you to be

They dress you up in white satin

And they give you your very own pair of wings

In august and everything after, I'm after everything.

I said lalalalalalalalalala

Well I got my reservations

and I got my seven-million dollar home

And I got the number of some girl in New York City

who?s always wide awake

so I never have to spend the night alone

I got this nasty little habit

of peekin? down the shirts of all the little girls

as they pass me by


And I wonder when it all catches up to me

and I finally break down now

Did you think I was gonna cry?

Well I already got my disease

So take your fuckin? filthy hands off of me

Well I hope you dont expect me to be crucified?

The best that they can do

is just hang me from the nearest tree

Cause it?s midnight in San Francisco

and I?m waiting here for Jesus on my knees

In August and everything after

I want somebody else to bleed for me

I said lalalalalalalalala...

Came down from North Dakota

Cause I had confidence in the military mind

And now everyone I know is turning showgirl

and dancing with their shirt off

in some Las Vegas hotel line

So I?m going to New York City

Cause it got a little sleazy here for me

I'm gonna find myself alone

You know I'm never coming home

You make the changes the changes that you need

But I no longer know how to pray

I live in dog town and it?s a Dalmatian parade

And I change my spots over and over

but they never seem to fade away

I am the last remaining Indian

looking for the place where the buffalo roam

In August and everything after

man them buffalo ain?t never comin? home

In August and everything after

man them buffalo ain?t never comin? home

lalalalalalalalala