Ben Watt — Empty Bottles
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Empty Bottles Ben Watt04:39
Текст песни: Empty Bottles
Crippled anger from a crippled brain Crippled footsteps through a crippled train Bloody head wound leaves a bloody stain On a raincoat smelling from the rain Oh, it’s the last train It’s the last train home Oh, it’s the last train It’s the last train home Knees together, handbag nicely perched Her dateline boyfriend left her in the lurch And through the window she keeps her constant stare Which is funny, because there’s nothing there Oh, it’s the last train It’s the last train home Oh, it’s the last train It’s the last train home The carriage lurches like the drunken man Swaying sideways through the wasteland While never flinching, the wheels keep tight reign Like the girl, like the girl staring through the pane Oh, it’s the last train It’s the last train home Oh, it’s the last train It’s the last train home Is that any comfort? Is that any comfort? Is that any comfort?
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