Текст песни Counting Crows - 40 Years, слова песни Counting Crows

Текст песни Counting Crows - 40 Years

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I was born in the jungleWith the sickening smell of cinnamon in the airI was born in a white hole and I cant believe the colors hereThey stalk on a circleIve never been blessed with elephants memoryIm riding a red line nowhereRefrainIf it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid forIf it takes 40 years Ill put the money awayIf it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sirIf it takes 40 years Ill walk the thunder and the rainI was born in a good homeWhere the rising cost of raising childrenWas not a factor and you cant believe the things it does to meI feel with the white noise (? )Well I never did much of anything anywayJump n a big train nowhereOn a big train nowhereRefrainI wanna buy me a good heart, and a conscience, maybe raise some childrenI wanna get me a good wife, and God and God and God and godAnd Ill start me a new life with a six foot color televisionIll start me a new life somewhereI was born on a warm nightOn the right coast, southeastern americaDead on arrival, but you cant believe the things you hearIll fly me a white plane over water over blue and green and land in theOcean somewhere

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40 Years

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