Текст песни
Born
under
a
hotel
sign
Poured
into
the
foyer
like
a
glass
of
wine
At
Chinatown
and
soaking
sheets
and
longing
at
distance
Awful
distance
My
body's
such
an
anchor
When
it's
wasted
not
being
beside
you
Hold
to
the
old
true
love's
only
for
Wild
hearts
Blood
money
sweats
in
my
hand
Tattoos
on
each
of
our
forearms
Strapped
romance
I've
waded
through
an
ocean
of
sand
For
a
grain
of
doubt,
and
I'm
certain
And
my
body
is
an
anchor
When
it's
wasted
not
being
beside
you
Hold
to
the
old
true
love's
only
for
Wild
hearts
Do
you
feel?
Do
you
feel?
Do
you
feel
the
way
I
do?
Do
you
feel
the
way
I
do?
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