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Up Around The Bend

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 13.09.2012

There's a place up ahead and I'm goin'
Just as fast as my feet can fly
Come away, come away, if you're goin'
Leave the sinkin' ship behind

Come on the risin' wind
We're goin' up around the bend
Ooh

Bring a song and a smile for the banjo
Better get, while the gettin's good
Hitch a ride to the end of the highway
Where the neon's turn to wood

Come on the risin' wind
We're goin' up around the bend
Ooh

You can ponder perpetual motion
Fix your mind on a crystal day
Always time for a good conversation
There's an ear for, what you say

Come on the risin' wind
We're goin' up around the bend
Yeah

Ooh

Catch a ride to the end of the highway
And we'll meet by the big red tree
There's a place up ahead and I'm goin'
Come along, come along with me

Come on the risin' wind
We're goin' up around the bend
Yeah

Do-do-doo-do
Do-do-doo-do
Do-doo-do
Do-do-doo-do
Yeah

Do-do-doo-do
Do-do-doo-do
Do-do-doo
Do-do-doo


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