Holcombe Waller - Risk of Change | Текст песни

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i don't know much but i know you*
You are the kind of magic always breaks my heart in two
The house all trashed the wine uncorked
Maybe i should call you when i get back from new york
The barlife strays along your street
Poor girl's got a cough and that man's checking out my feet
They look for signs and they make plans
To forge for the better good of all those children in their hands hands hands hands

Home on the range who knew life could be so strange
All boils down to a risk of change
Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange
All boils down to a risk of change
Change

The midnight shoppers stretch for miles
Bundled up all coffee cups and cigarettes and smiles
I search the stars across your chart
Through the constellation of your hands your head your heart
This city's tiring out my feet
Penny rolls a joint and all the men who pass smell sweet
Oh penny i can't win this race
Boy you are like jeff and you must walk to that dark place place place place

Home on the range who knew life could be so strange
All boils down to a risk of change
Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange
All boils down to a risk of change
Your pretty eyes cut like the devil through my brain
They're so smooth so sharp so strange
Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange
All boils down to a risk of change
Change

I think i'll sleep alone tonight
Cuz babe we both know i could never love you right
The house all trashed the wine uncorked
Maybe i should call you when i get back from new york
You've got your barbs you've got your stones
Pool them in your pockets with the ox meat and the bones
I've got my bags i'm on my way
Cruising like a bandit 'neath the dark northwestern day
I don't know much but i know you
You are the kind of magic always breaks my heart in two
I've got my wings i'm on my way
Cruising and communing with the vine to meet the saints
The river sleeps alone tonight
Tucked around those cities that will never treat her right
I've got my wings i'm on my way
To cruise and commune with the vine and the spirits and the saints
Saints yaj yaj yes

Home on the range who knew life could be so strange
All boils down to a risk of change
Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange
All boils down to a risk of change
Your pretty eyes cut like the jewels on your pretty frame
And you're pretty hot and you're pretty cool and you're pretty strange
Pick up the pieces of my life and rearrange it
All boils down it all boils down
To a risk of changelife could be so strange
all boils down to a risk of change
pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange
all boils down to a risk of change
your pretty eyes cut like the jewels on your pretty frame
and you're pretty hot and you're pretty cool and you're pretty strange
pick up the pieces of my life and rearrange it
all boils down it all boils down
to a risk of change

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