John Squire - Nighthawks | Текст песни

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Anything goes, I suppose
I should've learned my lesson
But the snakeshead still grows
In my garden

Disposable light, cruel as a knife
And empty as our pockets,

What if the world outside was real

Nighthawk what did you do
Nighthawk what did you say
And how can we lower the tone

If I'd cottoned on to that passing cloud
Hitched a ride and burned this town
Will the snakeshead still grow
In my garden

One for the road,
Follow you home
And wake to the dust in your sunbeam

Imagine the world outside is real

Nighthawk what did you do
Nighthawk what did you say
And how can we lower the tone

Nighthawk what did you do
Nighthawk what did you say
And how can we lower the tone

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