Paroles Round Here de The Himalayans

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Go to sleep little baby

Go to sleep little one



Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog

Where no one notices the contrast of white on white

And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view

Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right

I walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again

Where? I don't know

Maria says she's dying, through the door I hear her cryin'

Why? I don't know



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We always stand up straight

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Something radiates

Round Here we talk just like lions

But we sacrifice like lambs

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She's slipping through my hands



Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand

She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis

And she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land

Just like she's walkin' on a wire in the circus

She parks her car outside my warehouse, takes her clothes off

Says she's close to understanding Jesus

Yeah, she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood

She has trouble acting normal, when she's nervous



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We're carving out our names

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We all look the same

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We're cool as kittens, out there the dogs, they cry

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I'm running out of lives



There, on the violent tide of sleep

She's fast asleep and dreamin'

Here, on the lightenin' side of me

She comes awake



She says, It's only in my head.

She says, Shhh...I know, it's only in my head.

The girl on the car in the parking lot

Says, Man, you should try and take a shot

can't you see my walls are crumbling.

Then she looks up at the building, says she's thinkin' of jumping

She says she's tired of life; she must be tired of something



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She's always on my mind

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Hey man, I've got lots of time

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We're never sent to bed early, man, nobody makes us wait

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We stay up very, very, very, very late



I said, I'm under the gun Round Here

I said, I'm under the gun, under the gun, Round Here

She says, Why you gotta always...

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog

Where no one notices the contrast of white on white

And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view

Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right



I can't see nothin', nothin' Round Here

Said I can't see no

No, no, no Round Here

I can't see nothin'...

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