Никита Прокопьев - Мade of stone | Текст песни

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(c) The Stone Roses

Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
The last thing that your hands will feel
Your final flight can't be delayed

Nowhere, just sky it's so serene
Your pink fat lips let go a scream
You fly and melt I love the scene

Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times fill your eyes

When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Is anybody home?

I'm standing warm against the cold
Now that the flames have taken hold
At least you left your life in style

And for as far as I can see
Ten twisted grills grin back at me
Bad money dies I love the scene

Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times fill your eyes

When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Is anybody home?

Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times fill your eyes

When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Are you made of stone?

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