Play It Slower - Glasgow | Текст песни

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• Play It Slower
• Glasgow

The more brittle that I become with the winter freeze

Brings me down to the root of the tree.

Blown in the wind, I lost track of home

Knowing where I’m from isn’t where I belong.

The James, it flows beyond the bridge

Where a piece of my ripped up soul rests

In a town that shouldn’t exist

I always felt there was something there that I had left

I wrote it on the back of a placemat with a knife and you kept it

I’d had it forever in my head and you kept it

And good friend, at the very first freeze

I always start to believe that you're leaving me

Like the Spanish moss hung in the gnarled trees

I will watch the days pass on forever

It was a red, yellow, and brown mix

Something to look at, something to feel

In a room placed between my lungs

I wrote it on the back of a placemat with a knife and you kept it

I’d had it forever in my head and you kept it

And good friend, at the very first freeze

I always start to believe that you're leaving me

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