| Boy looks high
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| He looks higher than the sky
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| You can see it in his eyes
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| Watch as he tries
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| The city never lets him go so he never tries
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| The city never lets you go so you never try
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| It’s bigger than a breadbox
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| Texas California,
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| His path was on the parks
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| Running Knik to Pittman
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| The city was a shotgun ending in sunshine
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| Sunshine never ends so he never tries
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| Well we dug a hole
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| Filled it up with other holes
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| (Filled it up with other holes)
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| We found a home
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| Hid away our hungry men
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| If it takes us sixty years I’ll go
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| The boy looks high
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| He looks higher than the sky
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| You can see it in his eyes
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| Watch how he cries
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| The path was on a straight line
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| Church Street to Houston
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| Houston to the butte
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| Coming straight back to Houston
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| Well we dug a hole
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| Filled it up with other holes
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| With these other holes
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| We dug a hole
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| And buried all those hungry men
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| (all the hungry men)
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| If it takes us sixty years
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| (If it takes us sixty years)
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| If it takes us sixty years I’ll dig a hole and find a fire
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| If it takes us sixty years I’ll dig another hole
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| Well we found a hole
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| We found it with some other holes
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| And we climbed inside
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| We climbed back out
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| We left em by the hungry men
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| All the hungry men
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| If it takes us sixty years
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| I’ll dig a hole and find a fire
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| If it takes us sixty years
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| I’ll dig another hole
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| He got it in his head he’d make
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| More money than the straight man, the straight man
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| He got it in his head he’d make
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| More money than the straight man, the straight man
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| He got it in his head he’d make
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| More money than the straight man, the straight man
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| He got it in his head he’d make
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| More money than the straight man, the straight man
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| The boy looks high, he looks higher than the sky
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| (If it takes us sixty years)
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| The city never lets him go so he never tries
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| The city never lets him go so he never tries
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| If it takes us sixty years I’ll
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| Dig a hole and I’ll find the fire
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| If it takes us sixty years I’ll
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| Hid away the hungry men
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| If it takes us sixty years I’ll
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| Dig a hole and we’ll find the fire
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| If it takes us sixty years I’ll
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| Dig another hole
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| He got it in his head he’d make
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| More money than the straight man, the straight man
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| He got it in his head he’d make
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| More money than the straight man, the straight man
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| He got it in his head he’d make
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| More money than the straight man, the straight man
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| He got it in his head he’d make
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| More money than the straight man, the straight man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 60 Years , by - Portugal. The Man. Song from the album American Ghetto, in the genre Иностранный рок