Текст (слова) песни: Marcy Playground - The Shadow Of Seattle
Rain Like tin angels falling down Like a mission and we`re halfway there From some old dried up fried forgotten town Why Won`t they let us be ourselves With out potential we could toe the line And show the bastards up with our divine Light
Seize All the records from the past Hold ransom all the artifacts This ragged town protects them to the last With lies
See them running homeward to Seattle
Deem All the liars in your tribe To be the fires on the westen side Of some old froom we call the war of art Rain Like tin angels falling down Like a mission and we`re halfway there From some old dried up fried forgotten town From some old dried up fried forgotten town To some dried up fried up forgotten Town
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