Текст песни harket morten - A Kind Of Christmas Card
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All you folks back homeI`ll never tell you thisYou`re not supposed to knowWhere your daughter isThere are ways of lifeYou never understoodIt`s right hereDowntown HollywoodIt`s afternoon on Sunset BoulevardI`ve got a stolen moment trying hardTo write a kind of Christmas cardBut I am burning cut againTonight there is fever in my veinsMama, dearAll the love you gaveI guess there`s really nothing,nothing much to saveSee this place,is as dirty as I feel myselfThere are still some richesAt the RooseveltThat evening prayer, those memoriesIn my little bedroon, mama, on my knees,That`s where I`m at -Down in Los-AngelesAnd I am burning out againAnd I must rise above the shameTonight there is fever in my veins...Oh, just think of the girl I used to beYou were my age once, mama, Twenty-threeI can still hear some of the songs you used to playFrom that summer of love in `68Seems it`s turned into a winter of hateAnd I am burning out again...