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Píseň: Carry Me Home

Interpret:
Killers, The
Album:
Battle Born
Let me out
Don't tell me everything
Started out
Like any other day
Must gave the wrong impression
Don't you understand where I belong?
I'm not the one...


Stand again
They say nothing comes for free
And that's the truth
I've been livin' in a fantasy
A slip, a slide, a head-trip heaven
Self denial's such a wonderful and powerful thing
I'm not the one


The mourning dove sings
With two broken wings
"Carry me home, I'm not afraid
The stars in my eyes
Were shimmering lies
Carry me home
Don't let me fade away"


Stop the press
The kid's light is growin' dim
Took a month long slide
Then the world came cavin' in
When you self destruct, you wind up looking
For a glimmer of hope
But the writing's on the wall
I'm not the one


The mourning dove sings
With two broken wings
"Carry me home, I'm not afraid
The stars in my eyes
Were shimmering lies
Carry me home
Don't let me fade... "


Just how thick is your skin?
Just how sharp are your teeth?
Boy, you've got a lot to learn


Is there somewhere else
That I can win?
Is there something else
To start over again?
From the summit's edge
To the cutting-room floor
I will be afraid...no more


The mourning dove sings
With two broken wings
"Carry me home, I'm not afraid
The stars in my eyes
Were shimmering lies
Carry me home
Don't let me fade... "


Carry me home
Carry me...