| We could throw ourselves in a road
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| But receive no comfort from street lights
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| Why not come in for a jamens and escape life?
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| We’re idle in the mean time
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| Aristocrats and architects with broken dreams
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| Well, I say the dead sea is dying
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| You say you’re going underground for a while
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| Well, we all need to be recognized for something
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| Not sure if the devil’s eyes are blue
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| Work and days of underpaid still hold the key
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| I see this place from my window
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| It goes on the corner like the rest
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| There are the buzzards and the crows
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| Making eyes of a sea, self obsessed
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| Now, if commandment 11 is, Don’t get caught
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| Then 12 must be, Don’t ever tell
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| Then ask yourself do you believe you’ll go to hell?
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| My mate went to the crossroads to see the devil
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| He never showed and if he says that I believe
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| I hear the place from my window
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| Call me like a lighthouse to the sea
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| There swarm the buzzards and the crows
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| Swirling wide talking wise and there’s me
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| You and I hanging around
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| Lads who’ve got childish names
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| Scissors, we cut it out
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| Shining before by the waves
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| And I need to be recognized
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| 'Cause we could be self-assured
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| We could be happy indoors
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| I know this place from my window
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| I trip out and fall to the ground down below
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| Hoods up for the buzzards and the crows
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| Who believe in the void of themselves
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| Still believe in the void of themselves
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| And all the trees and animals of mountains green |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Buzzards And Crows , by - Dirty Pretty Things. Song from the album Romance At Short Notice, in the genre Иностранный рок