I pulled myself into the rain And I washed off every sin I made Combed my face and cut a smile And tried not to complain While I had one hand in the pit of philly And one eye on that emerald city I have made a few mistakes But these are my mistakes to make for Attica I hear you coming for me Attica I hear you coming for me Attica I hear you coming for me Attica I don't know where You come from But around here when someone gives up We don't speak nor to remind them We stick to the code of silence A broken bottle on a stubborn brow or a field dress In an open crowd They cut him from his head to toe But they could not take his love for You and Attica I hear you coming for me Attica I hear you coming for me Attica I hear you coming for me Attica Spare me the death of a thousand stabs And just tell me what You haden't planned I don't make much money these nights And You don't seem to smile like I remember You as a little kid with Your autumn hair in the summer wind The seasons changed like a disguise But I'll be waiting ever night Attica I hear you coming for me Attica I hear you coming for me Attica I hear you coming for me Attica I hear you coming for me Attica I hear you coming for me AtticaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
