Текст песни Hunters And Collectors - Lumps Of Lead (4 09)
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Everybody`s pinching their gutsYoung lumps of lead, floating on the harbourThey pick themselves up, now they`re falling down againBig lumps of lead floating to fruitionLa la laLike tickets worn, sometimes stolenLike foreign languages, squashed into the ferry floorOne ticklish kiss will kill the itch around our anklesAnd today moves in wave motionTomorrow`s failing in the bathAnd big lumps of lead, floating out to PinchgutAnd your eyes, watching this, they begin to cryYour eyes, one ticklish kiss, they begin to cryYour eyes, lumps of lead, they begin to cryLa la la