Текст песни South - Damien Jurado
Tom
and
I
out
on
the
hillside
Waving
at
planes
and
pulling
our
wrists
No
girl
of
mine
is
gonna
see
me
cry
She′d
be
better
off
seeing
me
dead
Tom
and
I
cover
our
eyes
and
decide
To
make
our
way
out
on
the
next
passing
bird
I
found
my
solace
in
a
plateau
of
nothingness
Floating
like
grass,
indecisive
My
body
is
a
passing
leaf
Dead
as
it
hits
the
ground
Useless
to
nature's
need
Quite
a
sight
not
to
see
Tom
and
I
out
on
the
hillside
We′re
both
so
insane
and
pushing
our
luck
You
take
New
York
and
I
will
marry
Lee
Let's
see
who
comes
back
worse
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