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Артист: This Mortal CoilНазвание : Morning GloryДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : ethereal 4ad gothic ambient alternative Видео:
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I lit my purest candle close to my window. Hoping it would catch the eye of any vagabond that passed it by. And I`m waiting in my fleeting house. Before he came, I felt him drawing near. As he neared, I felt the ancient fear. That he had come to wound my door and jeer. And I waited in my fleeting house. "Tell me stories," I called to the hobo. "Stories of cold," I smiled at the hobo. "Stories of old," I knelt to the hobo. And he stood before my fleeting house. "No" said the hobo, "No more tales of time." "Don`t ask me now to wash away the grime." "I can`t come in `cause it`s too high a climb." And he walked away from my fleeting house. "Then you be damned!" I screamed to the hobo. "Leave me alone." I wept to the hobo. "Turn into stone," I knelt to the hobo. And he walked away from my fleeting house. | Похожие исполнители:
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