Letra de Faraway de The Tossers
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Letra de FARAWAY de THE TOSSERS.
( The Tossers )
Well here I am again
In a foreign town where I know no one
On another continent
Well it´s four o´clock and I´m with someone
That I haven´t met before
But I don´t feel like I should leave
Well I might not find the door
Anyway the miracle´s stirring me
So play on let ´em play for me
Just drag that bow across the string
So play on let ´em all night long
Oh I love to hear our gypsies songs
Away, away, oh I´m far away from home
Away, away, and the wonder lingers on
Postcards, stamps, and songs
And bottles spilled on letters long
The wind through my own hair
At Normandy where I wish you were
Markets strange and surreal
Where black eyes flash from corners dark
The Young ones poor and infirm
They lift their hands to your own heart
Well I´ve seen this before
Old ones come to pass
With empty eyes bed where there´s grass
Skites with steel knuckles and knives
Waiting for a thrity franc paradise
Away, away, oh I´m far away from home
Away, away, and the wonder lingers on
Vodka warm and sharp
Just like what I might drink with you
In a glass on an empty bar
Quite similar to where I would sit with you
And the bar maid smiles at me
And she asks to go and I agree
Into a Spanish night
Into something that I´ve never seen
In a foreign town where I know no one
On another continent
Well it´s four o´clock and I´m with someone
That I haven´t met before
But I don´t feel like I should leave
Well I might not find the door
Anyway the miracle´s stirring me
So play on let ´em play for me
Just drag that bow across the string
So play on let ´em all night long
Oh I love to hear our gypsies songs
Away, away, oh I´m far away from home
Away, away, and the wonder lingers on
Postcards, stamps, and songs
And bottles spilled on letters long
The wind through my own hair
At Normandy where I wish you were
Markets strange and surreal
Where black eyes flash from corners dark
The Young ones poor and infirm
They lift their hands to your own heart
Well I´ve seen this before
Old ones come to pass
With empty eyes bed where there´s grass
Skites with steel knuckles and knives
Waiting for a thrity franc paradise
Away, away, oh I´m far away from home
Away, away, and the wonder lingers on
Vodka warm and sharp
Just like what I might drink with you
In a glass on an empty bar
Quite similar to where I would sit with you
And the bar maid smiles at me
And she asks to go and I agree
Into a Spanish night
Into something that I´ve never seen
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