| Well I remember, you used to say that you want a revolution someday
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| Well funny how you forget
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| Cause I remember you’d be tied down and screaming
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| And I was this bad boy who never listened
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| No one hurts more than the man who won’t believe it
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| And you go down after all this
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| Well I remember you’d be tied down and screaming
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| Santa Monica, put up your hands
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| We surrounded your promised land
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| The British army, waiting for command
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| Santa Monica you’ve got no chance
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| And the day was blood red
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| After all these men go to their beds
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| And you wish they’re back well
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| Well I remember you’d be tied down and screaming
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| Santa Monica, put up your hands
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| We surrounded your promised land
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| The British army, waiting for command
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| Santa Monica you’ve got no chance
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| And the day ends with sound
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| All horizons go out with the ground
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| And you wish you’re back well
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| Well I remember you’d be tied down and screaming
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| Santa Monica, put up your hands
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| We surrounded your promised land
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| The British army, waiting for command
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| Santa Monica you’ve got no chance
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| And the day was
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| And the day ends
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| And the day ends
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| Yeah and the day ends when you’re tied down and screaming
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| Santa Monica, put up your hands
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| We surrounded your promised land
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| The British army, waiting for command
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| Santa Monica you’ve got no chance
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| You’ve got no chance |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Santa Monica, artist - Jay Malinowski. Album song Bright Lights & Bruises, in the genre Иностранный рок