The Bones Of J.R. Jones - Ticket Home (OST Suits 4х16) | Текст песни

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Summer rain won't you come to me

This man needs your sympothy

Wash over me

Wash over me

Swear I aint a criminial

Just a man who needs a miracle

Swing low for me

Swing low for me

Cause I been to hell

And I lived to tell

That I aint goin back

No, I aint goin back

The devils goin to chase me

Cause I aint goin quielty

Goin tire him out

Goin to run him out

I hear the train coming

I'm heading back to the station

It's my ticket home

It's my ticket home

I wanna go where the litters grow

A place a day I can rest a soul

and I'm almost there

Yes, i'm almost there

I'm almost there...

Summer rain won't you come to me

This man needs your sympothy

And, Wash over me

Wash over me

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