Текст песни Crowded House - Instinct
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I lit the matchI lit the matchI saw another monster turn to ashFelt the burden lifting from my backDo you recognise a nervous twitchThat exposes the weakness of the mythWhen your turn comes roundAnd the light goes onAnd you feel your attraction againAnd your instinct can`t be wrongSeparate the fiction from the factI`ve been little slow to reactBut it`s nearly time to flick the switchAnd I`m hanging by a single stitchLaughing at the stony face of gloomWhen your turn comes roundAnd the light goes onAnd you feel your attraction againAnd your instinct can`t be wrongFeel this come and go Where the true present lies, calling downCalling downYeah, callingLaughing at the stony face of gloomWhen your turn comes roundAnd the days get longAnd you feel your attraction to himAnd your instinct can`t be wrongCalling downCalling down