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Текст и слова песни Walkabouts – Cold Eye

Painted so many towns
Painted them up and down
Down to the broken ground
Pointed the last one, for now
Soon I will stow away
Into the cool nightshade
Watching fireworks fly
In the reservation sky
Found only hell to pay
Draggin' these bones all day
Sun-up to cocktail time
Dragged 'em till I was blind
The field full of also-rans
Stealin' my used up plans
All of my friends were there
They couldn't believe I cared
When I put my cold eye to it X2
And I couldn't say no
Luck is the thing I make
Luck is the thing you break
After it all went wrong
Before I was good as gone
Deep in the beggin' bowl
I found some scraps to take
Drank from your poison jar
Found I was wide awake
When I, put my cold eye to it X2
And I never said no, no I
Never said no
When I, put my cold eye to it X2
Yes, I put my cold eye to it
And I never said no, no I
Never said no

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