Goodswan - The Art Of Being Humble | Текст песни

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• Goodswan
• The Art Of Being Humble

I'll paint a new room with light reflections,
And hang a new door upon the entrance,
And when the snow covers it,
That's the price for sharing my creation,
I want so much to stay in,
I want so much from the streets I play in,
Strange how my voice is golden,
Emotion, maybe this is something.

CHORUS
So easy not to care,
Til I'm drowning' in water,
Please teach me the art of being humble,
So easy not to care.

VERSE 2
It's a version of pleasure,
Your feet in the sand,
Each feeling, the high is appealing,
I walk in stride across the ocean...
Trapped in my worry
My spirit wanted to release it,
Tea in a midnight kitchen,
Such imagination in your leavin'...

CHORUS
So easy not to care,
Til I'm drowning' in water,
Please teach me the art of being humble,
So easy not to care.

VERSE 3
I'll paint a new room with light reflections,
And hang a new door upon the entrance,
And when the nights covers it,
That's when I'll abandon my creation,
I feel myself portrayed in,
all of the stars above the trees we play in...
Strange how my voice is golden,
Emotion, maybe this is something.

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