Текст песни The City Of Our Lady - The Milk Carton Kids
On
a
city
train
headed
down
the
line
The
faces
of
the
strangers
show
the
passing
of
the
time
History
is
hanging
as
a
picture
in
a
frame
Everywhere
we
go
we
are
the
child
of
where
we
came
Itty
bitty
little
baby
cry
with
all
your
might
Darkened
by
the
daytime
in
a
city
full
of
lights
Blind
to
insurrection
but
in
battle
all
the
same
Everywhere
we
go
we
are
the
child
of
where
we
came
Everywhere
we
go
we
are
the
child
of
where
we
came
City
of
our
lady,
queen
of
all
the
angels
Lingers
in
the
ringing
of
the
iron
mission
bells
Changing
all
the
faces,
saving
all
the
names
Everywhere
we
go
we
are
the
child
of
where
we
came
Everywhere
we
go
we
are
the
child
of
where
we
came
Everywhere
we
go
we
are
the
child
of
where
we
came
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