Текст песни Beck - We Live Again
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These withered hands have dug for a dreamSifted through sand and leftover nightmaresOver the hill, a desolate windTurns shit to gold and blows my soul crazyThe end, oh, the endWe live againOh, I grow weary of the endOh, hungry days in the footsteps of foolsGazing alone through sex-painted windowsDredging the night, drunk libertinesStink like colognes from a new-fangled wastelandThe end, oh, the endWe live againOh, I grow weary of the endLove is a plague in a mix-match paradeWhere the castaways look so derangedWhen will children learn to let their wildernesses burnAnd love will be new, never cold and vacantThese withered hands have dug for a dreamSifted through sand and leftover nightmaresThe end, oh, the endWe live againOh, I grow weary of the end