Whitey - The Awful Truth | Текст песни

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A man comes to my door selling needles and thread
I send him away

The whole city like vomit across the plain
I send him away

My loves
My years
Find it
Find it
Broken
Broken

A man comes to my door selling needles and thread
I send him away

The whole city like vomit across the plain
I send him away

My loves
My years
Turn back into the room

The wars, the days, the nights, the cars
Broken into ladies in green getting onto elevators
Broken into me
Broken into thou
Broken
Broken

Broken into buses going by
Broken into smoke
And sleep
And no sleep

a moth
a mouth
a month
a minute

Broken like a string
Broken like fingers
Ashtrays
Christmases
New years

Broken like a bottle
An eye

Broken like men
Broken like dogs
Broken
Broken
The fences
Broken

Broken into a wrong number
Broken like Alka-seltzer
Find it broken

A man comes to my door selling needles and thread
I send him away (x2)

The whole city like vomit across the plain
I send him away

My loves
My years
Find it
Find it
Broken
Broken

Broken like men
Broken like dogs

Broken
Broken
The fences
Broken

Broken into a wrong number
Broken like Alka-seltzer
Find it broken


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