Willy Mason - Letter #1 | Текст песни

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• Willy Mason
• Letter #1

I like to sleep.

‘Cause when I sleep

I dream of places I would be

If I weren't here right now.

Like underground

Hearing the sound humans make


When they have things

That they cannot talk about.

So they blow horns

In little clubs

With wine and cigarettes

That serve to hide the dirty forks.

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