Текст песни Buggles - Inner City
Buggles - Inner City слова песни
Here with a suitcase in my handI walk the street to find a fortune tellerBut when the futures in your palmThey read it like a book that lasts foreverMakes you runOne last train for the inner cityRunYou I know are like the restYoure holding on with all the best intentionsBut tear the fabric off your nestYoull find the eggs have goneAnd no one mentionsHow you runOne last train for the inner cityRunOne last train for the inner cityHere in the sunThere on the sandFalling like angelsYou hold out your handTurn onHold outWe will be thereIn the endRunOne last train for the inner cityRunOne last train for the inner cityRunOne last train for the inner cityRun