| Every night I’m lying here, the world crashing through my ears
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| I always hear the same damn thing: «you can’t you’re life on a hanging string»
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| He’s always saying, «stop complaining
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| You really can’t ever expect too much
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| Boy, you were born with the common touch»
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| And we fall and fall and fall and fall
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| With our heads soaked up in alcohol
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| One hand on a cigarette
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| I swear I still got some good moves left
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| I’ve been fifty-eight since I was twenty-three
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| I got sixty-nine problems but one ain’t me
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| And seriously I don’t give a fuck
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| If my answer isn’t good enough
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| Hey, there, tell me man
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| What’s the answer to this riddle then?
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| Is it heroin?
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| Or Jesus Christ?
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| Big-ass books?
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| Or sleepless nights?
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| I had a few of those and everyone knows
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| That the common touch ain’t worth the price
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| As we fall and fall and fall and fall
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| With our heads soaked up in alcohol
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| Two hands on our Juliette
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| I swear I still got some good moves left
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| And if you promise that you’ll stay with me
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| I swear that I will always see
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| The best of you and me
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| Hey, now tell me this, how these days and nights can coexist
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| A million pieces in my mind, every damn thing at the exact damn time
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| It always seems like the same damn dream
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| My legs don’t work and I can’t sing
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| I swear I don’t feel a god damn thing
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| As we fall and fall and fall and fall
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| With our heads fucked up on alcohol
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| Two hands on my Juliette
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| I swear, baby girl, I’m not done yet
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| And if you promise that you’ll stay with me
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| I swear that I will always see
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| The best of you and me
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| And when I wake up I wonder where everyone’s gone
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| I just can’t sleep so I lay there until the dawn
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| And I wonder if god knows anything
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| Does god know what’s going on?
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| 'Cause I can’t be alone just yet and you’re the only good thing that I got left
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| I know I got these problems still but I swear it’s real and I swear I will
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| Maybe we can’t ever expect too much but we can live here with the common touch
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| And we’ll all fall and fall and fall and fall
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| Get all fucked up on alcohol
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| We’re going to have a good time yet
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| Some got more, but some got less
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| And if you promise that you’ll stay with me
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| I swear that I will always be
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| Something you can believe!
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| Yeah, they say that Jesus saves but I couldn’t write that on his grave
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| So I snuck his ashes through the gate and I threw them on the outside lane
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| Where we watched the horses going by, hoping to keep the pick-four alive
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| I was ten years old, he was forty-five, number nine came through and we
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| high-fived
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| I know it don’t amount to much but that’s called love with the common touch
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| I lost my shit when I heard the call
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| Felt buried beneath the weight and all
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| Twenty-five tons fell on my chest
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| Every hour, every breath
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| You tell me every day that you won’t leave
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| I’m sorry I put this at your feet
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| But tell me can’t you see
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| That we fall and fall and fall and fall
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| We meet each other at the end of it all
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| We wonder where all the good time’s gone
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| How we carried something so long
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| We made a little something that felt like home
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| So we could face the night to come
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| With that common touch, that common touch, that common touch
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| To make us feel less alone |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Common Touch , by - The Airborne Toxic Event. Song from the album Hollywood Park, in the genre Иностранный рок