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Thick jangling thing
Can't see the right road
The street signs sing
The aged man at my grand's home
Well, he grinds fine
Indian roadman, wide looking on
Tells Colin Clay he's sadly morn
Retired layman looks on in scorn
With a transplanted heart
Indian roadman, he sees no time
He's splitting loose the edge of mind
Catches livers in his line, in his line
Indian roadman, he flashes his eyes
Disarm the thug, revealing the lie
Holds my trunk in his heart, in his heart
Gets up quick, he has to part
Thick jangling thing
Can't see the right road
The street signs sing
The aged man at my grand's home
Well, he grinds fine
Indian roadman, wide looking on
Tells Colin Clay he's sadly morn
Retired layman looks on in scorn
With a transplanted heart
Indian roadman, he sees no time
He's splitting loose the edge of mind
Catches livers in his line, in his line
Gets up quick, he has to part



Авторы: Mark Roth, Joe Price, Richie Havens Copyright: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp.



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