James Cook - End of Summer | Текст песни

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I was born on a criminal island
I was raised upon the chicken reserve
I was taught by the obedient minors
I soon learnt initiations hurt

Blending myself into the stench of tyrants
Wanting much more than they thought i deserved
When i was tried, they tied me to the altar
Challenging me until the rumours burnt.

So what went wrong at the end of the summer?
Man we were lost it was the end of the line
What went wrong at the end of the summer
Then we were loaded on the thrill of the ride

Taking their time to run you through the mill
Knowing your way around the dollar bill
Questioning answers in unusual ways
Making your way, and then the world's your oyster

But what went wrong at the end of the summer?
Man we were lost it was the end of the line
What went wrong at the end of the summer
Then we were loaded on the thrill of the ride

And the world is so full of laughter
It's as though were not on fire
Even though we're lower than the angels
We can still catch our soul on fire

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