I'm Jim Morrison, I'm Dead - I Heard a Cry | Текст песни

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• I'm Jim Morrison, I'm Dead
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A thousand boys are coming inside
The closets, the attics, on branches of trees
And dust is blowing in the wind
Over the silver of their skinny ease

Splinters of pearls, opals are falling
Silently through clean air
I heard a cry is speeding away
Outside for miles of despair

Time overpass them, boys
Now turn into senile men
For years and years of idle musing
The dream has grown into nothing

Train is passing through while roaring
Droning steamboat, wailing horn
Me start thinking it's all only
Because of things were left undone

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