Текст песни PEARL JAM - Sleight Of Hand
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Текст песни PEARL JAM - Sleight Of Hand
Routine was the themeHe’d wake up, wash and pour himself into uniformSomething he hadn’t imagined beingAs the merging traffic passedHe found himself staring downAt his own handsNot remembering the change( )Not recalling the planWas it…?He was okayBut wonderingAbout wanderingWas it age?By consequence?Or was he moved sleight of hand?Mondays were made to fallLost on a road he knew by heartIt was like a book he read in his sleep, endlesslySometimes he hid in his radioWatching others pull into their homesWhile he was driftingOn a lineOf his ownOff the lineOff the sideBy the byAs dirt turned to sandAs if moved by sleight of handWhen he reached the shore of his clip-on worldHe resurfaced to the norm