Six-Pack Sunday - Breather (And The Timber Went Downstream) | Текст песни

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searchlights and dogs. midnight patrols. the guards are watching from their posts. the morning sky will see our names and faces glued on every wall. take my hand and we will run. throw blankets over barbwire fences. you were sick of feeling nothing but I love your attitude: no way back and no surrender! Moving targets on the loose. we'll take our chance, just kiss me tenderly and hold my hand. we set sail for something new... two trembling souls in prison robes. our bare feet freeze in autumn frost. just keep the pace and save your breath. the river is our only hope. they'll lose our trace... but, God, I swear i hear the sirens in the distance.

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