David Bowie - Can't Help Thinking About Me (Live '97) | Текст песни

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Question-time that says
I brought dishonor
My head's bowed in shame
It seems that
I've blackened the family name
Mother says that
she can't stand the neighbors' talking

I've gotta pack my bags,
leave this home,
start walking, yeah
I'm guilty
I wish that I was sorry this time
I wish that I could pay for my crime

I can't help
thinking about me

Remember when we used to go
to church on Sundays
I lay awake at night,
terrified of school
on Mondays
Oh, but it's too late now
I wish I was a child againI wish
I felt secure again

I can't help
thinking about me

As I pass a recreation ground
I remember my friends,
always been found
and I can't

I can't help
thinking about me

Now I leave them all
in the never-never land
The station seems so cold,
the ticket's in my hand
My girl calls my name
"Hi Dave
Drop in, see you around, come back
If you're this way again"
Oh, I'm on my own
I've got a long way to go
I hope I make it on my own

I can't help
thinking about me


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