T : TEXAS : White On Blonde 1997
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White On Blonde 1997
Drawing Crazy Patterns текст песни
Drawing Crazy Patterns
It's like sleeping now
He got married in the rush
Abel's only son was gone
He finds hard to adjust
He's feeling younger now
Younger than he was before
He wishes he had changed his mind
Yeah old mistakes they seem so small
And if he had to be you
Then he'd get out and do the things he's always wanted
Standing outside
Like a joker on a hill
He's drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Some people push by
And everyone is cursing them
But he doesn't raise his hand
He broke his dreams and lost his friends
He's asking questions now
Got caught in his confusion
He shakes his head and looks at me
Then he shouts out loud
If you had to be me
Would you get out and do the things you always wanted
Standing outside
Like a joker on a hill
He's drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Standing outside
Like a joker on a hill
He's drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
It's like sleeping now
When your'e gazing at the floor
And on this late night
It's getting harder now harder now
Standing outside
Like a joker on a hill
He's drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
He's drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
He's drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
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