There's paint peeling on the ceiling The garden's in some kind of state We're friendly with the neighbours, tough they know we didn't come to stay So call in the carpet cleaners A ute to take the furniture away Living this rental lifestyle Just spirits passing through the day
Abi Tucker:
Baby, I've been foolish Sometimes people are strange but I'm learning to let go, let everything come At least I do now anyway And I think of you tomorrow like I thought of you yesterday And though I wish you well. I will always wonder what it would have been if you'd stayed
Dave Lawrence:
Oh, from freedom is born trouble and so it goes on Oh, from freedom is born trouble
Samen :
Well it looks just like purgatory to those who've got their blinkers on But I can hear the angels signing, from the local church on Sunday morn And I know you're dad don't like it He's just a little insecure Won't somebody please remind him, oh honey, that there ain't no cure
Oh, from freedom is born troubleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
