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  • Текст песни Matthew Good Band - I, The Throw Away



    Made a man out of me
    A killing machine
    Your baby's going to die ma
    Your baby's coming home
    You know they put a man on the moon
    Simply to prove that we all need a place to go
    Where we're not know
    Where we're not

    And a lesser degree
    I can recall breathing easy
    But the deficit rolls
    Built up I suppose
    Picking up the pieces
    Of another fucked up reason
    For selling of some freedom
    That was never free
    Well, never absolutely
    Never absolutely

    Made a mess out of me
    A killing machine
    Sometimes when I need them
    If I look hard enough to see them
    I can find my feet
    As I push against gravity
    In and out of having them been
    Led by defeat
    So one more time's all I need