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North Of The Border

 

North Of The Border

(الألبوم: Extremities, Dirt And Varous Repressed Emotions - 1990)


Scrape my nails across a brick

I'll describe my mornings in the early hours
My pulses are racing, my heart beats out loud
I am north of the border (and I'm cold and I sweat)
And I worry I worry what tomorrow will bring

Scrape my nails across a brick

I walk north of the border and step over the line
To a place of frustration (going out of my mind)
I've tried wearing bright colours to brighten my life
But the truth cuts through fashion, it cuts like a knife
Just look at our faces, yes they say more than words
We're so lost in our problems
We're so lost in our world
Yesterday nothing
But today is o.k. I've enough to survive on
Tomorrow's another day

Scrape my nails across a brick

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