lunes, 25 de julio de 2011

EL QUE APUESTA AL DÓLAR, PIERDE


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High tide
Summer in the city
The kids are looking pretty
But isn't it a pity
That the sunshine
Is followed by thunder
And thoughts of going under
And is it any wonder
Why is it
Calling out to me
I seem to spend my whole life
Running
From people who would be
The death of you and me
'Cause I can feel the storm clouds
Sucking up my soul

High time
Life is getting faster
No one has the answer
I try to face the day now in a
New way
The bottom of a bottle
'Cause every man's a puzzle
Let's run away together
You and me
Forever we'd be free
Free to spend our whole lives
Running
From people who would be
The death of you and me
'Cause I can feel the storm clouds
Sucking up my soul

Let's run away to sea
Forever we'd be free
Free to spend our whole lives
Running
From people who would be
The death of you and me
'Cause I can feel the storm clouds
Coming
I'm watching my TV
Or is it watching me?
I see another new day
Dawning
It's rising over me
With my mortality
And I can feel the storm clouds
Sucking up my soul