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  • Текст песни MaMuse - Threads

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    On a Wednesday I stumbled in
    To a side street café
    Where a cowboy is singing
    To a crowd of older aged
    They tapped their Velcro
    Feet on the floor
    Half a beat - delayed
    Sippin' their sweet lemonade
    Sippin' their sweet lemonade

    Then suddenly I'm a girl of three
    Not much older
    I learned to carry the weight of the world
    On my shoulders
    Wanna give it back, give it back
    Happily
    This weight was not meant
    For you and me
    This weight was not meant
    For you and me

    Woven threads in a tapestry
    Of delightful mystery
    Pieced together by wrinkled hands of time
    The colors sometimes bleed
    Against sun-bleached walls the quilt
    She speaks a patchwork symphony
    We are here, we are simply here to be
    Oh-ho oh

    He says innocence is the best defense
    For a heart that's been broken
    She lets herself be still and soft
    She is cracked open
    Wants to hold his hand, hold his hand
    Let herself be seen
    There's space in between
    Where they'll meet
    There's space in between
    Where they'll meet

    Sitting slumped amidst the Sunday swamp
    of family
    They send him off with snapshots
    To the Army
    Wanna take him back, take him back
    Courageously
    This war was not meant
    For boys of nineteen
    This war was not meant
    For you and me

    Woven threads in a tapestry
    Of delightful mystery
    Pieced together by wrinkled hands of time
    The colors sometimes bleed
    Against sun-bleached walls the quilt
    She speaks a patchwork symphony
    We are here, we are simply here to be
    Oh-ho oh

    On a Wednesday I stumble in
    To a side street café
    Where a cowboy is singing
    To a crowd of older aged
    We tap our Velcro
    Feet on the floor
    Half a beat - delayed
    Sippin' our sweet lemonade
    Sippin' our sweet lemonade
    We'll be sippin'
    Our sweet lemon-a-a-a-ade

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