Текст песни Antebellum - Vienna Teng
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                fall,
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                circle 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                leaves
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                talk 
                                                about 
                                                the 
                                                little 
                                                ones.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we 
                                                smile, 
                                                but 
                                                never 
                                                say 
                                                too 
                                                much.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                moment 
                                                always 
                                                vanishing.
 
                                    
                                
                                                One 
                                                by 
                                                one 
                                                the 
                                                neighbors′ 
                                                lights 
                                                come 
                                                on.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                October 
                                                day 
                                                is 
                                                almost 
                                                gone.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                the 
                                                border 
                                                lines 
                                                we 
                                                drew 
                                                between 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keep 
                                                the 
                                                weapons 
                                                down,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keep 
                                                the 
                                                wounded 
                                                safe;
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                our 
                                                antebellum 
                                                innocence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Was 
                                                never 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                light 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                armistice 
                                                day.
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                spring,
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                climbed 
                                                the 
                                                rolling 
                                                hills
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                talked 
                                                about 
                                                our 
                                                budding 
                                                plans.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we 
                                                smiled,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                faces 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                mirror
 
                                    
                                
                                                Showing 
                                                us 
                                                our 
                                                secret 
                                                sides.
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                then 
                                                the 
                                                fights...
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sharp 
                                                words 
                                                splintering 
                                                the 
                                                night,
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                    I 
                                                couldn't 
                                                be 
                                                what 
                                                you′d 
                                                need...
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                oh 
                                                how 
                                                    I 
                                                could 
                                                make 
                                                you 
                                                bleed...
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                the 
                                                border 
                                                lines 
                                                we 
                                                drew 
                                                between 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keep 
                                                the 
                                                weapons 
                                                down,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keep 
                                                the 
                                                wounded 
                                                safe;
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                our 
                                                antebellum 
                                                innocence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Was 
                                                never 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                light 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                armistice.
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                how 
                                                much 
                                                would 
                                                    I 
                                                give 
                                                to 
                                                have 
                                                it 
                                                back 
                                                again?
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                much 
                                                did 
                                                we 
                                                lose
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                live 
                                                this 
                                                way?
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                go 
                                                home... 
                                                I'll 
                                                stay 
                                                here
 
                                    
                                
                                                Seasons 
                                                keep 
                                                on 
                                                marching
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′ll 
                                                stay 
                                                here... 
                                                you′ll 
                                                go 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                only 
                                                strangers 
                                                watching
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Stray Italian Greyhound
2 Grandmother Song
3 In Another Life
4 The Last Snowfall
5 White Light
6 Antebellum
7 Kansas
8 Augustine
9 No Gringo
10 Watershed
11 Radio
12 St. Stephen's Cross
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