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В рубрике: Тексты песен — 03.10.2012

Wild city living
In takes my breathe away
But I'm not living
The way I ought to be
Shake it out, there's surely
Something missing
You got to move on, before I hit the ground

I hear you calling
I see your beauty in my mind
A piece of heaven
A place where living is easy
Check it out, I still recall the feeling
Got to find me a way
Somehow, I got to make it back ... to Tennessee
Im no western dreaming to Tennessee
Im no western dreaming

Chasing the rainbow
Shooting for the moon
Aiming much too high
Getting so confused
I'm all out of luck
I'm all out of love
Guess what... I've just had enough

Now my western tears
Remind me of my home
And my western heart reminds me I'm alone
But my heart is sure that love will guide away
But my western soul goes... back... to Tennessee


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