The musics playin on, but somethings wrong, somethings gone.
The majors turning blue, and so did you, so did you.
Imnoticing the dirt, and it hurts that you left.
You really had to go, so you say, so you say.
Birds leave there nest, and they fly,
There is no body left here but I.
If there is a chance, just one in this world,
That well ever dance, again as it turns.
If there is a chance, if there is a way,
There is one record left, that you havnt heared.
The neibours had to move, go away , go away.
I can not afford to leave, so i will stay, i have to stay.
Birds know its best, to fly, and i will stick around and cry
If there is a chance, just one in this world,
That well ever dance, again as it turns.
If there is a chance, if there is a way,
There is one record left, that you havnt heared.
And i will keep it spinnin.
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Cardigans
Country Hell :: Cardigans