The Black Crowes — Non-Fiction (Croweology 2010)
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Non-Fiction (Croweology 2010) The Black Crowes07:54
Текст песни: Non-Fiction (Croweology 2010)
I don't know my telephone number But you kiss good and I'd like to See you tomorrow And I don't beg, I pay, I don't barter And if we had a child I'd like a son Not a daughter 'Cause she'd be just like you You know that would not do I'm no builder, I'm no gardener I sing some songs, have a friend Who's a photographer There ain't no other language I know how to speak Some like their water shallow And I like mine deep Tied to the bottom With a noose around my feet Chorus: The clouds conspire Above my head I overheard them Say I wish he was dead Today the sunset Burned my eyes And in the next room I hear someone cry I like to dress up like the jury To eat like a king, to poke fun at clergy To talk like dirt To love yo like tar But never fall in too fast With my north star While you pull your hair out I buy the drinks at the bar Chorus The clouds conspire Above my head I overheard them Say I wish he was dead Today the sunset Burned my eyes And in the next room I hear someone cry
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