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East 3rd. Street
- wykonawca: Quicksand
- album: Manic Compression
I was so sincere.
I see more clearly now.
I, trust new friends just like,
I can throw them.
Fading traces of a, future leader.
A summer squatting,
I know I won?©° see them round next year.
And this is all over my head.
And this is all over my head.
Rain, it?©? rain again, rain,
down on my parade.
I?©? wrong, you?©?e right.
It?©? not what you would do.
Rain.
Walk one mile in these shoes.
In these careless days,
you know who your friends are.
A saving grace.
A time to remember,
what you?©?e taken,
and who you took from.
There?©? no, mistaking,
what you give is what you get.
And this is all over my head.
And this is all over my head.
Rain, it?©? rain again, rain,
down on my parade.
I?©? wrong, you?©?e right.
It?©? not what you would do.
Rain.
Walk one mile in these shoes.
Change of Red Guard, every summer.
They are handing, the park over.
An ideal, idealistic.
It?©? not real,
it?©?, just a trick.
Rain.
Play a judge.
All you want to.
It makes no difference to me.
It?©? raining again.
It?©? raining again.
It?©? raining again.
- album: Manic Compression
I was so sincere.
I see more clearly now.
I, trust new friends just like,
I can throw them.
Fading traces of a, future leader.
A summer squatting,
I know I won?©° see them round next year.
And this is all over my head.
And this is all over my head.
Rain, it?©? rain again, rain,
down on my parade.
I?©? wrong, you?©?e right.
It?©? not what you would do.
Rain.
Walk one mile in these shoes.
In these careless days,
you know who your friends are.
A saving grace.
A time to remember,
what you?©?e taken,
and who you took from.
There?©? no, mistaking,
what you give is what you get.
And this is all over my head.
And this is all over my head.
Rain, it?©? rain again, rain,
down on my parade.
I?©? wrong, you?©?e right.
It?©? not what you would do.
Rain.
Walk one mile in these shoes.
Change of Red Guard, every summer.
They are handing, the park over.
An ideal, idealistic.
It?©? not real,
it?©?, just a trick.
Rain.
Play a judge.
All you want to.
It makes no difference to me.
It?©? raining again.
It?©? raining again.
It?©? raining again.