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Исполнитель: Jarle Skavhellen

альбом: Beech Street

The conversation flows better with vintage wine
In a paper cup by our side
Burnt out Luckys and fresh cut grass
Tickle the frayed ends of your summer dress
Young and restless counterparts
We don't care about Mozart
Got a cut throat razor, and I'm dressed as sharp
We'll make our own bloody art
Don't look back at us in anger
We'll go back to being strangers
'Cause when the fields are paved with gold
There'll be no more seeds left to sow
Emotions won't listen to reason at all
Stubborn 'til the day we fall
We were one of a kind once upon a time
'Til we discarded it all at the finish line
We promised each other we would never grow up
Never let each other down
But in time all promises fade away
Close the curtains on our holiday
Don't look back at us in anger
We'll go back to being strangers
'Cause when the fields are paved with gold
There'll be no more seeds left to sow

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