Peter Mulvey - Sad, Sad, Sad, Sad (And Faraway from Home) | Текст песни

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Well Houdini's still stuck in that doctoral book
The one place he can never escape
And your voice on the phone is like one of those paintings
Where everything loses it's shape
And the girl 'cross the street is as light on her feet
As sunlight dancing on crome

And I'm Sad, sad, sad, sad,and far away from home

Once I was standing on a Dublin street corner
I heard a fiddler pierce the veil of illusion
And once I got plastered at my best friends Bar-Mitzfah
Once I lived in perfect confusion
Once I was 11, once I was just atoms
Once I was a hilltop in Rome

And I'm Sad, sad, sad, sad, and far away from home

La di di da di di di.........

Now a kiss is just a flower that a bee can return from
And do his little dance at the hive
Pehaps it's worth metioning as I write down this song
I am the happiest fucker alive
For the seashore cries out for the painter to paint it
And the wind whips the water into foam

And I'm Sad, sad, sad, sad,and far away from home

And I'm Sad, sad, sad, sad, and far away from home

La di di da di di di........

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