Placebo - Waiting For The Son Of Man (single «Bruise Pristine»)1995 | Текст песни

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• Waiting For The Son Of Man (single «Bruise Pristine»)1995

Patience comes to the ugly, not me,
Laughter comes to the lucky, not me.
People in my head that won't stop talking,
Nothing in my dream that isn't creepy crawling.
Walking in the park and I think that I'm falling,
Swimming in the sea and I think I'll.
You guessed it.

Only lifeguards, only lifeguards packing all the time can save me.
Waiting waiting waiting for the son of man, for the son of man.

Patience comes to the ugly, not me,
Concentration comes to the yappi, not me.
Nothing on the box that hasn't been born,
No one in the street that isn't old.
Driving in the car and I think that I'm crashing,
Swimming in the sea and I think I'll.
You guessed it.

Only lifeguards, only lifeguards packing all the time can save me.
Waiting waiting waiting for the son of man, for the son of man.

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