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The Crock Of Gold

アーティスト:The Tossers  アルバム:The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death 

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We'll live out our lives on this dirty old street, only because we just can't compete. But in the concrete of our younger days, we left our names. Just like the people before, when they reached the distant shore with their drink and their dance, and their dreams and sincere aims. Ghosts long gone, through old buildings they stare. With their offspring staring at me for they are still there. Dreams that are dead and lives not realized. Why did we write our names in these streets, to show we're alive? Well, Chicago is my home and I'll never want to roam, to live on any sun swept distant shore. Well, it is where I was reared by forbearers so revered, and I sing the songs that they all sang before. Well, any woman that's neared me has been repelled most thoroughly. Still I'm a lover God, I am foremost of all. A musician that's my call of high degree professional. But I'm afraid I do not know my trade at all. And if it's every twenty years some small relief to me appears, then the crock of gold will wait until that day. To defend myself no more, lay the shield of anger at my


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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