S.P.B. - The Doors | Текст песни

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There’s no use of making airplanes
There’s no use of building ships
You won’t find me you won’t catch me
I’m alone cos it’s my trip
I’m walking right into the nowhere
I have no goal I have no aim
I have done so many things in past
And now I have to feel ashamed

Now I have to make it up to you
Now I have to beg you please
Now I have to walk a thousand miles no matter how hard it is
To forget those memories…

Now I have seen it all
I’ve been all around the world
I’ve been in the house of (the) man who’s gone and never coming home
I have walked fields of green
Greenest world has ever seen I’ve seen horses running by my doors…

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