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Текст песни Blood, Sweat and Tears - Morning Glory

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(L. Beckett, T. Buckley) I lit my purest candle close to my window hoping it would catch the eye of any vagabond who had passed it by and I waited in my fleeting house Before he came I felt him drawing near Asked him in I felt the ancient fear that he had come to my door and jeered and I waited in my fleeting house Tell me stories, I called to the hobo Stories of Cold, I smiled to the hobo Stories of old, I knelt to the hobo and he stood before me in my fleeting house. No, said the hobo no more tales of time don`t ask me now to wash away the grime I can`t come in `cause it`s too hard a climb and he walked away from my fleeting house Then you`ll be damned I screamed to the hobo Leave me alone, I wept to the hobo Turn into stone, I knelt to the hobo and he walked away from my fleeting house I lit my purest candle Close to my window hoping it would catch the eye of any vagabond who passed it by and I waited in my fleeting house

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