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Текст (слова) песни: Jeff Buckley - Jolly Street
slow birds no breeze iron hearts rust in streams
long march small crimes soft words whisper it`s time to come home - your eyes
to bring back - your charms to sit real still in my arms
vclocks tick trees pound lions roar on empty streets
long lists in black and white (s h h) red words that read like the fourth of July you`re home uhuh, you`re home, in my arms
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