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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеТекст (слова) песни: Savatage - Another WayTimes were changing Eighteen years and fading Aint a lot of time left to be a star On an island All alone and dying Walk upon the water But you wont get far Dreams and visions Tied into decisions Saw you on a postcard From the other side Hope and glitter Never feeling bitter Walk upon the water Just to be your bride Dont tell me now That there is nothing more There is a how Just like there is a door And if theres not to be another way You tell me why Why Why Stay and follow If the words are hollow Gotta go along Cause its all you got Each day earn them Turn around and burn them Think your fitting in But you hope youre not Neatly drowning Every drink your downing If you drink enough Youll forget the game Each illusion Wrapped in absolution Live your life in weekends But its not the same Dont tell me now That there is nothing more There is a how Just like there is a door And if theres not to be another way You tell me why Why Why Why And as he stood there cursing fate For making life so hard It seemed that fate had listened For she dealt another card For arriving in the harbour Silhouetted against the sky Was a ship bound for america And her name, "maersk dubai" And so when no one else was looking And the ship was safely moored He waited for his moment Then he quickly snuck on board Then he found himself a hiding place Between two crates of iron ware And as for distant america In his mind he was already there But what he was unaware of As they sailed away from shore Was that there were other stowaways And he was one of four And meanwhile the old sailor Had walked right past that pier While still conversing with the ocean On the strengths of his idea And as he walked he came upon A youth he thought asleep But the ocean said that he was not And brushed a wave against his feet And when the young man didnt stir But lay quite still instead The sailor took a closer look And saw that he was dead And all around the body Was something he had never seen Little cellophane packages Marked "blackjack guillotine" And so he asked the ocean What these strange packets were And she answered they held the heroin That in his blood the youth had stirred And it is certainly a sign That things have gotten out of hand When one can purchase ones own death And choose it by the brand |
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