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Текст (слова) песни: John Prine - Third of July
It was the third of july on a cool cloudy sky
I set in for a storm in the makin
I relaxed as I sat up in our three room flat
While my wife was in the kitchen bakin
Thoughts passed through my mind of no special kind
Like faces that look like the others
Tomorrow they say is independence day
And I guess Ill go eat at my brothers
I believe that a thought has just gotten caught
In a place where words cant surround it
It concerns the years past and the shadows they cast
And my path as I walk around it.
It was the third of july on a cool cloudy sky
I set in for a storm in the makin
I relaxed as I sat up in our three room flat
While my wife was in the kitchen bakin
Thoughts passed through my mind of no special kind
Like faces that look like the others
Tomorrow they say is independence day
And I guess Ill go eat at my brothers
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