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Текст (слова) песни: Paul Weller - Woodcutters Son
Sugartown has turned so sour
Its people angry in their sleep
Theres more small-town paranoia
Sweeping down its evil sheets -
You can tell its witching hour
You can feel the spirits rise
When the room goes very quiet
And theres hatred in their eyes -
You better give me the chance
Ill cut you down with a glance
Yeh, with my small axe - so help me,
And tho Im only one
And tho weak Im strong
And if it comes to the crunch
Then Im the woodcutters son
And Im cutting down the wood for the
Good of everyone!
Theres a silence when I enter
And a murmur when I leave
I can see their jealous faces
I can feel the ice they breathe
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