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From His Lips - The Wrens: текст песни id 3873925
Up on the ledge again during the lunch rush hour
I was the best picture yet for any clear tourist down below
But I never took any time to enjoy what a nice view it was up there
Will you die for me just like I did for a thousand others
And i’m here in the sky i’ll wrap myself to the street below
As i feel the air like warm water down my spine — I’m free
God has shown i’ll break my bones i’ll tear the world out of its own
From his lips i’ll taste again
They’re marking off the street climbing the crowds to get the only clear view
I’m here in the sky God is known i’ll take his place
Just look at them they ‘re praying to me
From his lips i’ll taste again
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