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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Black Bush”

• i can sense it all around me there's somethin' in this room it ain't magic nor no witchcraft no bitch on no broom look see his bones are gone he done left the grave the grip of death it could not hold him down no it's for him that i rave my knees was made for kneelin' an that's just what they'll do one of these days little girl i'll go down an pray for you look see his bones are gone he's done all my dyin' sometimes hope's so strong in me girl i commence to cryin' o my brothers these are the great dust bowl days just take a gander round ya everything in a wicked haze "the wind blows like the devil when it blows an a boy grows up an like the wind he goes"

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