The Hundred In The Hands - Pigeons | Текст песни

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• The Hundred In The Hands
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Saturday comes,
Sunday comes, we go!
Saturday comes,
Sunday comes, we go!
We go!

“Kicking on the edge of town
Counting all the pigeons down
Walking in the steps of men
I had the feeling they’re not breathing”

Saturday, Saturday
Saturday comes,
Sunday comes, we go!

"Kicking on the edge of town
Counting all the pigeons down
Walking in the steps of men,
I had the feeling they’re not breathing

Laughing like a right-loon
Slavering at the silvery moon
Waiting for the room to fall in
Waiting for him to come.”