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Текст песни Throwing Muses - Cowbirds

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Pack the truck under the moonJesus christ, my lips are redYou ask a lot of the moonWhen you ask me to forgetI never asked you to pay my rentJesus christ, my lips are redGod, you turn me on my headYoure gonna haul me back againI heard cowbirds call us homeI heard cowbirds call us homeFry your ground, take itLie around nakedI think God dripped you out of a sunbeamOnly God dragged you out a tree with meI pulled you out of a snow bankI think you grew me out of the dirtI heard you pulled me out of a churchTo worship youWorship youI wanna ride insideI wanna ride insideI hold both of your fingers tighterYou hold all of my hand, manI can see right through youI can see right through youI double-back and lose for thisI miss youI miss youI heard cowbirds call us homeHe dont seem so keenHe dont seem so keen to meHe dont seem so keenHe dont seem that keen on meI never asked him to pay my rentJesus christ, that rose is redIm turning it on its headJust like he does to meYou suck me dryIll never dieYou suck me dryIll never dieYou suck me dryIll never dieMe and your roseAre gonna haul you back again

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