Текст песни Talking Heads -  Pull up the Roots   
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Hello again 
     Yes indeed my friend 
     I can tell 
     Goin` get together again 
     I could be right 
     I could b ewrong 
     I feel nice when I sing this song 
     And I don`t mind 
     Whatever happens is fine 
Baby likes to keep on playing . . . 
     What do I know, what do I know? 
Wilder than the place we live in . . . 
     I`ll take you there, I`ll take you there 
I don`t mind some slight disorder . . . 
     Pull up the roots pull up the roots 
And I know ev`ry living creature . . 
     Pull up the roots, pull up the roots 
 
     And I know you 
     I understand what you do 
     Yes, indeed 
     I put the hat on my head 
     Come outa your mess 
     Bring yourself in 
     I feel nice when I start to sing 
     And I can see 
     Ev`ryone else is like me 
 
Towns that dissapeared completely . . . 
     Pull up the roost, pull up the roots 
Miles and miles of endless highway . . . 
     Pull up the roost, pull up the roots 
Colored lights and shiney curtains . . . 
     I`ll take you there, I`ll take you there 
Ev`rything has been forgiven . . . 
     Pull up the roost, pull up the roots 
 
     Well I have a good time . . . when I go out of my mind 
     And it`s a wonderful place . . . and I can`t wait to be there 
     And I hear beautiful sounds . . . coming outa the ground 
     Gonna take us a while . . . but we`ll go hundreds of times 
 
Baby likes to keep on playing . . . 
     What d`you know?  what d`you I know? 
Wilder than the place we live in . . . 
     I`ll take you there, I`ll take you there 
And I don`t mind some slight disorder . . . 
     Pull up the roots pull up the roots 
And no more time for talkin` it over . . . 
     Pull up the roots, pull up the roots 
 
     Well I have a good time . . . when I go out of my mind 
     And it`s a wonderful place . . . and I can`t wait to be there 
     And I hear beautiful sounds . . . coming outa the ground 
     Someone musta been high . . . but I guess it`s alright