Песня: Fighting On The Stairs I'm living out in the old house And fighting on the stairs And staring at the windows Breeze blowing through the years
But if I don't get out of this town Then something is gonna break 'Cause I gotta find my own way now Through this thick malaise
Well I don't know where else I can turn now Makes me often wonder when are we gonna learn
You're wearing too much make-up Going to the dance And you're looking over my way now But some people out there take a chance But your glow in this light is so becoming now
If I don't get out of this town Something's gonna break I'm waiting to find my high/house soon And rummage through the age
Sometimes it feels like we don't stand a chance And we go, we go with something pure in our hearts I'm living out in the old house And fighting on the stairs And staring at the windows Breeze blowing through the years
But if I don't get out of this town Then something is gonna break 'Cause I gotta find my own way now Through this thick malaise
Well I don't know where else I can turn now Makes me often wonder when are we gonna learn
You're wearing too much make-up Going to the dance And you're looking over my way now But some people out there take a chance But your glow in this light is so becoming now
If I don't get out of this town Something's gonna break I'm waiting to find my high/house soon And rummage through the age
Sometimes it feels like we don't stand a chance And we go, we go with something pure in our hearts
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