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Clean Town

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 10.09.2012

You wanna worship its feelings
The ones who's squeezing the shame from every man
And if mama says it's dinner time, if she ruins your love, run away
So you live in a prison
So you're wasting your life
On a system you never will understand
Are you the one I dreamed of. Man!

Clean town if you want to get away
You pack your cases and you hope for a better day
Mama's alright she said she didn't want you love
Clean town if you want to get away, you pack your cases
And you hope for a better day
Joni's alright she said she didn't want your love

Won't you walk down the main street
Take the bridge over never ending rails
And even if you're falling down
That's an open door to the outside world
So you live in a bubble
So you've wasting your life
On a system you never will understand
Are you the one I dreamed of. Man!

Clean town if you want to get away? Y

ou can drive to the east cost
Disappear for a while
Put the band-echo on, then we'll give him a ride
Are you the one I dreamed of. Man!

Clean town if you want to get away?

Won't you get away?


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