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Текстове на песни: The The. Bugle Boy.

The country is riddled with social ills and aches
But my heart is calmed by her embrace
I'm trying to tell something to the world

But my words are slurred and slow
Have you ever been caught up in a dream
Where your legs were froze?

I was left alone with my thoughts and my guitar
But it felt hopeless like the desire of the moth for the star

Sometimes, nothing seems unreal
This strange little boy said, "Mister, play us your guitar"
And I said, "No, I can't put my guitar in the car"

Listening to the music of heaven and earth
Have you ever thought you were the
Most important thing in the universe

I didn't know whether to strengthen my weaknesses
Or play to my strengths, yeah
I was trapped in the triviality of everydayness

I said, "There's magic in my head, girl
But I only use it when I'm depressed"
I don't suppose, she heard me

She was too busy admiring her dress
I said, "Just young and well intentioned"

Who can save us now? The world rots
I did know the secret of the universe
Only I forgot