Текст песни Beck - Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997

Текст:

I was born in this hotel washin' dishes in the sink magazines and free soda tryin hard not to think lay it on to the dawn everything we done is wrong I'll be lonesome when I'm gone lay it on to the dawn she can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah comin' back from the convalescent home...oh... starin' at sports cars ... crying rattlesnake on the ceilin' gunpowder on my sleeve I will live here forever with the ocean and the bees lay it on to the dawn everything we done is wrong I'll be lonesome when I'm gone lay it on to the dawn lay it on to the dawn lay it on to the dawn

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