The Tied - 1963 | Текст песни

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• 1963

Let me walk you home, girl
I know it's late, but we can catch the eight o'clock
Bus if you prefer, I know that I do
Pulling on the sleeves of your school jumper
You light up a smoke I think you already know
That I 'd blur for you like a windscreen on a rainy day.
But I just sit,
And chew my gum,
as I wipe your mascara with the back of my thumb
As I try to find the words for a song
But anyway
I'll meet you on the corner in a café
Cobbled streets, we're in Paris on a Monday
It's four in the morning and we're dancing in the street
Just like it's 1963
Your eyes, collide, with mine
And I watch you as you screw up the freckles on your nose,
Trying to read between my lines,
But I, just can't let you say goodbye,
Let's go watch a black and white,
Take a train to Tennessee (run away with me)
But I just sit,
And chew my gum,
as I wipe your mascara with the back of my thumb
As I try to find the words for a song
But anyway
I'll meet you on the corner in a café
Cobbled streets, we're in Paris on a Monday
It's four in the morning and we're dancing in the street
Just like it's 1963

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