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SO THE STORY GOES
דני דורצ'ין
מילים ולחן: דני דורצ'ין
And so the feeling grows, I got to pack my songs
Move down that beat up road, just like I did before
And though I'm getting old, I still got time to find
A place to call my home, a way to ease my mind
To hold your head up high sometimes you'll have to crawl
To shun them easy tongues you got to let it roll
‘cause you can't lick your tongue, you can't bite your teeth
You can't sell guns and say you're in for peace
And though my fortune's told, and though I know it's cold
I got to leave my pond before the water boils
I know I'm mostly wrong, but I just might be right
I know it's mostly grey, there's hardly black or white
But you can't smell your nose, you can't marry your niece
You can't sell guns and say you're in for peace
Now my knees are shaky and my eyes are red
Now it's getting real, I think I'll stay in bed
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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