Texty:
Luky

Who do you carry the torch for, my young man? Do you believe in anything? Do you carry it around just to burn things down? Meet me tonight on the turnpike

East is east and west is west And the wrong one I have chose Let's go where they keep on wearin' Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows Rings and

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come with me through infinity wearing a charm made of bones come here to stare beyond all the human veils where the nightfall waits in a jaded trance [

Born and raised in wilderness Of suburban shops and schools How she tried and tried to be satisfied With a job on the typing pool She hated the smell

Are you bummed out? Are you feeling blue? Well, for that all 'round Summertime high Try Bows Bows, beats boredom Bows, beats heartache, Bows, beats

I could see myself at twenty-eight What do you think of me now? To hell with big wings, heaven can wait I won't be, I won't be checking out Torn between

You're right I just messed up again Last night a bridge too far You should have seen the lecherous beerguts and lush velveteen A compliment comes easy

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