Liverpool

2. června 2009 v 19:01 | Faninka 01 |  Sundays on clarendon road - texty
I am such a little child
My father's on the phone
I'm down, he whispers and he moans
Through the white noise
There are people in Liverpool
Noone knows me in Liverpool
Can't pay my taxes or my rent
My lovers and you, you're my only friends
Oh, son, I want to come back home
I don't dare to ask him where that is
Oh, son, I want to come back home
Where's that now, where, where, where
Oh, son, I want to see your face
These years were such a waste
Oh, son, I want to walk those streets again
Keep your feet warm.
 

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