The Postal Service - This place is a Prison, these people are NOT YOUR FRIENDS | Текст песни

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• The Postal Service
• This place is a Prison, these people are NOT YOUR FRIENDS

Это место - тюрьма, эти люди - не твои друзья

This place is a prison

And this people aren't your friends

Inhaling thrills through $20 bills

And the tumblers are drained and then flooded again

And again

Ther're guards at the on ramps armed to be teeth

And you may case the grounds from the cascades to puget sound,

But you are not permitted to leave

I know there's a big world out there like the one i saw on the screen

In my living room late last night,

It was almost too bright to see

And i know that it's not a party if it happens every night

Pretending there's glamour and candelabra

When you're drinking by candlelight

What does it take to get a drink in this place?

What does it take, how long must i wait?

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