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Beyond The Pine

 

Beyond The Pine

(альбом: California Is Cold - 2018)


Rose up out the grave where we used to lie
Now I'm running through the world
No I can't hide
Rose up out the grave where we used to lie
Now I'm running through the world
No I can't hide
No I can't hide
No I can't hide

What kind of man can survive without some damn pride
Put my cards on the table, laid 'em all face up
Except that ace in my sleeve that I still keep tucked
Head full of poems burried in gold
Like a young King Tut
Till you wake up like Midas
And you curse with everything you touch
Turn your girl solid gold and you'll see what's what
Dark days when the sun shines brighter
And you lost what you love but you started that fire
Regret's a cold bitch that'll stab you with an ice pick
Just deep enough until you finally learn to like it
Or atleast accept it's all part of life, shit

Rose up out the grave where we used to lie
Now I'm running through the world
No I can't hide
Rose up out the grave where we used to lie
Now I'm running through the world
No I can't hide
No I can't hide
No I can't hide

Rose up out the grave where we used to lie
Now I'm running through the world
No I can't hide
Rose up out the grave where we used to lie
Now I'm running through the world
No I can't hide
No I can't hide
No I can't hide

Los Angeles, New York, my tale of two cities
L.A. I started breathing
N.Y. I started living
Eighteen years of freeways and palm trees
Traded it for the subways and zombies
Hated every winner and the price of some bomb weed
But I loved the way the city never sleeps
Just like me
Blood shot whites in my iris' coffee
Handcuffed to memories, I write to unlock these
Stories out my heart-shaped box and let 'em walk free
Breathing out some life while all of these bodies dropping

Rose up out the grave where we used to lie
Now I'm running through the world
No I can't hide
Rose up out the grave where we used to lie
Now I'm running through the world
No I can't hide
No I can't hide
No I can't hide

Rose up out the grave where we used to lie
Now I'm running through the world
No I can't hide
Rose up out the grave where we used to lie
Now I'm running through the world
No I can't hide
No I can't hide
No I can't hide

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