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Have you ever been green?
Have you ever been discovered?
Did you ever lose your way?
Did you ever lose your faith in me?

I ve lost faith
Faith and i don t need it
I want to be here
Right now so i don t need it
Yeah
Fall all the way down

Have you ever been green?
Have you ever been discovered?
Did you ever lose your way?
Did you ever lose your faith in me?

I ve got home
Home and i don t need it
I want to be there now
But i don t mean it
Yeah
Fall all the way down

Have you ever been green?
Have you ever been discovered?
Did you ever lose your way?
Did you ever lose your faith in

Have you ever been green?
Have you ever been discovered?
Did you ever lose your way?
Did you ever lose your faith in me?

(megaphone distortion)
Johnny the poet is going away
Said everything that he wanted to say
And he s just now taken the key to his room
And now he s upstairs with the man in the moon

Późnym rankiem obudziłem się, jak co dzień od tygodnia
Po omacku parzę kawę, ukradkiem palę papierosa
Zjem śniadanie na balkonie z Tobą i słońcem na twarzy
Ty założysz słomiany kapelusz pójdziemy na plażę

Błękitne morze nas przywita szumem swoich fal
A my uśmiechniemy się do słońca, do zielonych traw

How soon is now

I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness
that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
of nothing in particular

you shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness
that...

Heartland truckstop

There’s a bridge cross my stream
Never seems to get broken
Never could never would
Never clouds up my day
See i wanted to give
Then i just couldn’t take it
I wanted to love
And i turned ‘round and hated it

If i ever knew i tried to tell
Give of my heart but i never sell
Supermarket of...

All sparks

You re answering questions that have not yet been asked

All sparks will burn out in the end

You burn like you re bouncing cigarettes on the road

All sparks will burn out in the end

All sparks will burn out

Cjanci

Bili nas na komędę
Bez komendy bili nas
Głuche psy ślepe mendy
Gdzie popadło lali nas

Wtedy buty wtedy pały
Teraz ostra strzela broń
Ludzie co się z wami stało
Że wciąż ginąć musi ktoś

Może łatwiej spust pociągnąć
Kiedy grdło dławi strach
A tym strachem oniemiały
ślepy słuch i...