Frances Cone - Arizona Тексты

Is it in your skin
And is it in your bones
All your honor under tow
And there it goes, the middle road
There goes everything untold

For the love
For the long run
One by one, your favorite son

It was Arizona, the seventeenth
The howl of knowing what's underneath
And I'm so sorry I couldn't speak
So sweet

A symptom of the overrun
A blinder trust, the whole lump sum
A warmer room, a hallowed flood
A film, a page of what's to come

For the love
For the long run
One by one, your favorite son

It was Arizona, the seventeenth
The howl of knowing what's underneath
And I'm so sorry I couldn't speak
I'm so sorry I couldn't speak
I'm so sorry I couldn't speak
So sweet
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