Текст песни David Bowie - Slow Burn
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Here shall we live in this terrible townWhere the price for our mindsShall squeeze them tight like a fistAnd the walls shall have eyesAnd the doors shall have earsBut well dance in their darkAnd theyll play with our livesLike a slow burnLeading us on and on and onLike a slow burnTurning us round and round and round hark who are weSo small in times such as theseSlow burnSlow burnOh, these are the daysThese are the strangest of allThese are the nightsThese are the darkest to fallBut who knows? Echoes in tenement hallsWho knows? Though the years spare them allLike a slow burnLeading us on and on and onLike a slow burnTwirling us round and roundAnd upside downTheres fear overheadTheres fear overgroundSlow burnSlow burnLike a slow burnLeading us on and on and onLike a slow burnTurning us round and round and round and here are weAt the center of it allSlow burnSlow burnSlow burn