Текст (слова) песни: Matthew Good Band - Native Son
Can you spare me a quarter though I have no one to call I just thought it might save my ass one day if the sky or the free world were to fall this is the only thing that I can do this is the only thing I know how to say and when everything is gone and the night it seems grows long will you play this record anyway there are a million ways to say it there are a million lies to choose from so don`t look up you might find that your head is stuck no one`s going to bail us out of this one
Every time I call your name somehow I wish it was the same for me and you and all the things we do not in vain
Maybe I could give you a ride though I don`t really own a car well it isn`t anything so different than living undernearth a dying star well this is what we all get up for when the clocks go out of time cause nothing short of war and death and money will ever fucking change your mind there are a million ways to die son and there are a million places to choose from so don`t look up you might find that your head is stuck no one`s going to bail us out of this one
Every time I call your name somehow i wish it was the same for me and you and all the things we do not in vain and who will kill this native son who will learn from everything that we have done and who will we get to stand up for tomorrow?
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