Текст песни
When
you
go
and
wind
blows
you
home
You
were
wrong
and
the
fault
was
your
own
We
were
always
gonna
end
up
back
here
Friends
who
stay
and
the
ones
who
disappear
The
difference
between
the
rut
and
the
grave
is
an
inch
Your
caught
in
between
the
earth
and
a
rock
like
a
pinch
Chorus:
I
don
t
sit
so
well
Under
banks
of
Boston
And
you
are
my
blood
And
you
are
my
blood
Your
hung
up
to
dry
And
your
strange
And
your
strange
god
knows
But
your
love
love
loved
You
was
all
but
your
never
looking
back
You
were
young
far
too
young
for
words
like
that
We
were
always
gonna
end
up
back
here
The
difference
between
the
rut
and
the
grave
is
an
inch
Your
caught
in
between
the
earth
and
a
rock
like
a
pinch
Chorus:
I
don
t
sit
so
well
Under
banks
of
Boston
And
you
are
my
blood
You
are
my
blood
You
are
my
blood
You
are
my
You
are
my
blood
You
are
my
blood
You
are
my
blood
You
are
my
soul
You
are
my
blood
Your
hung
up
to
dry
And
your
strange
And
your
strange
god
knows
But
your
love
love
loved
Chorus:
I
don
t
sit
so
well
Under
banks
of
Boston
And
you
are
my
blood
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