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Текст песни Beck - The Golden Age
Put your hands on the wheel
Let the golden age begin
Let the window down
Feel the moonlight on your skin
Let the desert wind cool you aching head
Let the weight of the world drift away instead
These days I barely get by
I don't even try
It's a treacherous road with a desolated view
There's distant lights but here they're far and few
And the sun don't shine even when it's day
You gotta drive all night just to feel like you're ok
These days I barely get by
I don't even try