Текст песни The Disciple - Asaf Avidan
Lying
on
the
floor,
I
hear
it
pounding
down
the
door
All
them
fuzzy,
awful
thoughts
are
floating
into
shore
See
these
broken
strings,
you
tore
them
with
your
lazy
heart
The
wind
plays
in
our
open,
tired
grave
- it's
tearing
us
apart
Cry!
Oh
angel
cry
Your
favorite
disciple
is
tearing
out
his
eyes
All
the
things
these
eyes
have
seen,
this
time
they've
really
crossed
the
line
I
think
I'll
pack
up
all
my
shit
and
cross
to
Palestine
Strip
down
all
my
clothes,
I'm
gonna
run
into
the
wild
Im
gonna
leave
you
with
my
bitter
wounds,
leave
you
with
my
pride
Cry!
Oh
angel
cry
Your
favorite
disciple
is
tearing
out
his
eyes
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