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Артист: Counting CrowsНазвание : 40 YearsДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rock alternative alternative rock 90s pop Видео:
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I was born in the jungle With the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air I was born in a white hole and I can`t believe the colors here today Stalk on a circle Well I`ve never been blessed with elephant`s memory Riding a red line nowhere If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for If it takes 40 years I`ll put the money away If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir If it takes 40 years I`ll walk the thunder and the rain I was born in a good home Where the rising cost of raising children Was not a factor and you can`t believe the things it does to me I`m filled with the white noise Well I never did much of anything anyway Jump on a big train no where [CHORUS] I wanna buy me a good heart, and a conscience, and maybe raise some children I wanna get me a good wife, and a garden, garden, garden, garden. Wanna start me a new life with a six foot color television- Wanna start me a new life somewhere. I was born on a warm night On the right coast, of southeastern America. Dead on arrival, but you can`t believe the things you hear today. I`ll fly me a white plane over water -over blue and green and land in the ocean somewhere. [CHORUS] | Похожие исполнители:
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