Travesura - Tree | Текст песни

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Going down to south bound of the road, where the toad never goes & the sun comes through the trees & just sitting there is my Baby & me.
She looks so good & she looks so smooth dancing in her black leather shoes. To her favorite tune & goes goo goo ga joo

Going down to south bound of the road, where the toad never goes & the sun comes through the trees & just sitting there is a man & me. He sit sits & he thinks about his life, lowers his face to fist & begins to cry. He says death hides behind every corner. You'll figure that out the more you get older.

Going down to south bound of the road, where the toad never goes & the sun comes through the trees & just sitting there is a hooker & me. She thinks about how she got to where she's at, being treated like an ashtray an old worn out hat. She takes a drag of her flat cigarette & taps me on my shoulder, if I want the rest.

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