Beck - Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997 | Текст песни

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• Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997

I was born in this hotel

washin' dishes in the sink

magazines and free soda

tryin hard not to think

lay it on to the dawn

everything we done is wrong

I'll be lonesome when I'm gone

lay it on to the dawn

she can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah

comin' back from the convalescent home...oh...

starin' at sports cars ... crying

rattlesnake on the ceilin'

gunpowder on my sleeve

I will live here forever

with the ocean and the bees

lay it on to the dawn

everything we done is wrong

I'll be lonesome when I'm gone

lay it on to the dawn

lay it on to the dawn

lay it on to the dawn


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