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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Tour Song”

• Seven hundred miles to play to fifteen angry men. I need some sleep. They hate the songs. We hate them too. This show is free. Twenty minutes in broke another fucking string. Just call it luck. They start to leave. I start to plead. Someone yells you suck. Suddenly that joe kicks hard in my veins. I cool down. Things sound good right now. Suddenly fists turn into brave ears, move as one. Funny how no one knows we came. They wouldn't come anyway. Should I feel grateful to play. I'm living life my way. I fell in love with my enemy. I let go of everything I had left at home. Two cool people came. They're hiding by the door. Eyes wide with fright. A guy, a girl, in love with the whole world. It almost makes it right. Every little thing must go wrong.

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