Текст песни Seven Years of Holidays - For Stretch - The Walkmen
Eugene
I'm
lost
The
world
has
me
knowing
Its
sounds
But
I've
traveled
so
far
In
my
war
And
I've
lived
in
a
suitcase
For
too
long
Eugene
I'm
lost
The
whole
world
around
us
Is
too
small
Seven
years
of
holidays
Cafes,
bars,
and
sunny
days
We
ran
around
Banged
our
heads
Never
felt
no
pain
I
hope
we'll
find
our
peace
Someday
Until
then
these
wild
nights
Are
no
fun
My
old
friend
My
old
friend
Oh
someday
when
this
darkness
fades
When
our
ghosts
move
away
We'll
buy
some
land
Build
us
homes
And
no
more
will
we
stray
I
traveled
so
far
I'm
done
Eugene
I'm
lost
1 Dónde Está La Playa
2 Flamingos (For Colbert)
3 On The Water
4 In the New Year
5 Seven Years of Holidays - For Stretch
6 Postcards From Tiny Islands
7 Red Moon
8 Canadian Girl
9 Four Provinces
10 Long Time Ahead Of Us
11 The Blue Route
12 New Country
13 I Lost You
14 If Only It Were True
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