Текст песни S P E Y S I D E - Bon Iver
I
know
now
that
I
can't
make
good
But
how
I
wish
I
could
Go
back
and
put
Me
where
you
stood
Nothing's
really
something
now,
the
whole
thing's
soot
It
serves
to
suffer,
make
a
hole
in
my
foot
And
I
hope
you
look
As
I
fill
my
book
Oh,
what
a
waste
of
wood
Nothing's
really
happened
like
I
thought
it
would
Ah,
ah
Ooh
I
can't
rest
on
no
dynasty
Yeah,
what
is
wrong
with
me?
Man,
I'm
so
sorry
I
got
the
best
of
me
I
really
damn
been
on
such
a
violent
spree
But
maybe
you
can
still
make
a
man
from
me
Here
on
Speyside
quay
With
what's
left
of
me
As
you
live
and
breathe
I
really
know
now
what
had
hold
on
me
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