Текст песни Black - Leaving Song, слова песни Black

Текст песни Black - Leaving Song

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Hand me my five and dime,pass me my shirt hung on the line.I`ll polish up my bootsand then take the first plane stateside I can find.It`s a handicap to try to see this far,when this place seems so cramped and small.In the streets they whisper legendsand it seems that I`m riding for a fall.I`m leaving,I`m leaving.All of my sense is shot,the streets are like a premonition of a crime.I wrote without you,then I took the first plane stateside I could find.If they could they would`ve stopped me,they`d say I`m gaping at a dream.I`m leaving,I`m leaving.So I polish up my brand new car,then take my tunes from door to door.I try not to see their facesas I`m dealing out my aces,the horizon seems so far away.From a penthouse for a king and queenI expected more of the stuff of dreams.If they can they like to get their manand cut him right down to his knees.And I`m reeling,once again I`m leaving.I`m leavingand once again I`m leaving.And I`m leaving,once again I`m leaving.--->> Enrique Morano emorano@hotmail.com

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Leaving Song

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