And they all pretend they're orphans and their memory's like a train You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away And the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget That history puts a saint in every dream

mandag, oktober 11, 2004

det er igrunn alt jeg kan si idag...

Well, the ice man's mule is parked outside the bar
Where a man with missing fingers plays a strange guitar
And the german dwarf dances with the butcher's son
And tonight a little rain never hurt no one

Well, they're dancing on the roof, and the ceiling's coming down
And i sleep with my shovel and my leather gloves
And a little trouble makes it worth the going
And a little rain never hurt no one

Oh, the world is round, and i'll go around
You must risk something that matters
Oh, my hands are strong, i'll take any man here
If it's worth the going, it's worth the ride

She was 15 years old, and she'd never seen the ocean
She climbed into a van, with a vagabond
And the last thing she said, was "i love you mom"
And a little rain never hurt no one

And a little rain never hurt no one ...

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