Like a hit man, oh, like a dancer All muscle, all muscle Like the old champion about to go under I owe my soul, owe my soul Feel like a changed man but
There was a tempest roaring in the deep blues There just to put the revolution in you You compared the cost of the war With walking into a wall Thought
Just out of the woods and yelling down the mountains All I really wanted was to go downtown And so we ride the heartbreak slides Rushing at the modern
There are maybe ten or twelve things I could teach you After that, well, I think you're on your own And that wasn't the opening line it was the tenth
stop twisting your words into shapes shapes you can only make out when you squint traveling with heads full of myth our submarine pulls into stockholm
I was a silent partner. I found myself with the rabble who stood on the mount, hipshot, thinking, but not out loud: "There are too many prophets here."
It's elemental When the story opens It's elemental Come sunset's gone And no surprise then When someone was delivered He's had a long day, talk to the
Sequins in your wake find their way 'Cause someone left the lights on And the noon, it is a powerful one Sunshine was outside and I found Something in
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Превод: AC Нюман. Like A Hitman, Like A Dancer.
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