Russian Red - Gone, Play on | Текст песни

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• Russian Red
• Gone, Play on

This never ending song
scratching,
scratching my brain,
like a vinyl in desire.

This never ending thought
is coming and is gone.
It’s traveling
on a plane
on my way.

And in a highway too,
as if I speak for you
and I say
that you did those things
I did in the past. It’s true.

And in a highway too,
in a truck I do
keep your stuff
in my pocket,
just like I did with the days we flew.

This never ending song
is coming and is gone.
It’s traveling
on a plane on my way.

This never ending song
is coming and is gone.
It’s traveling
on a plane on my way.

Gone, play on.
Gone, play on.
Oh.
Gone, play on.
Gone, play on.

Gone, play on.
Gone, play on.
Oh.
Gone, play on.
Gone, play on.