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Sean Watkins - Through The Spring | Текст Иностранной Песни
Write me a song I can sing all year long, and that'll send me to sleep When there's no one beside me that I need, and the trees have all lost their leaves And keep me alive
Sean Watkins - Letters Never Sent | Текст Иностранной Песни
There are few things worse than letters never sent Words can starve to death if they never leave the page Leave the page for someone He was ready to free himself from his
Sean Watkins - 26 Miles | Текст Иностранной Песни
Twenty six miles to my left, and not a single man, There's not much in front of me, below are feet and sand So I turn and I sit and stare, in my lap this pen and pad I watch
Sean Watkins - On Ice | Текст Иностранной Песни
Feet don't slip beneath me now, careful as I walk around Gingerly 'cause I'm on ice I didn't see the season change, looked up and saw nothing the same So please
Sean Watkins - Ferdinand The Bull (Instrumental) | Текст Иностранной Песни
Ferdinand the Bull Oh there once lived a bull a magnificent bull In a pasture near old Barcelona He would romp and hed play through the flowers all day Till he smelled just
Sean Watkins - Take It Away | Текст Иностранной Песни
Take it away, make it OK, I want to loose everything here in this grave I was born here I know, but this isn't my home Bury it and all the things pulling me down One
Sean Watkins - Let It Fall | Текст Иностранной Песни
Hey look, I'm not weighed down As I walk through The glowing wheat fields churning on the ground As all the ravens fly away They leave nothing But the sun and
Sean Watkins - Carousel | Текст Иностранной Песни
One more time around, I can't stop this carousel I've tried so long to no avail I've tried each horse on here, still no new scenery I'm dizzy, my stomach's
Sean Watkins - Locking Doors | Текст Иностранной Песни
I wish that I didn't need to say that I didn't bleed Open eyes, see my sores, steady mind, I'm not too sure It's easier just locking doors A toy doll,
Sean Watkins - Chicago | Текст Иностранной Песни
Blowing trash in bitter wind, zip my sweatshirt to the top Shoulders high and hands are hid in pockets not quite adequate Sidewalk take me to the fire that will melt my frozen soul
