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Текст (слова) песни: Abra Moore - Sweet Chariot



The rider rides with a clickety-click
And the timer stops for a second or two
You got your hands in your pockets, and you`re lookin` ahead
You got no time, you draw the fine line

But look, see the juggler throws his sticks in the air
He don`t care
He`s got them angels from below, they`ll keep his time
Ever true

Time isn`t after you
You can`t hold on to it or keep pushing away
Just sitting around in your wishing well
Paint a wish for you, paint a wish for me just the same

The poet throws her words in the air
She don`t care
She`s got them angels from below, they`ll keep her words
Ever true

Speak to me in the way that you do
And I could be taken back to the days of that old jacket
Push me in your way, and you hold me down
You hold me, hold me, hold me
I kinda like that.

The lightning pushes on through the air
We don`t care
We`ve got those angels from below, they`ll keep our time
Ever true

Time`s tickin` away
You got no time
You draw that fine line
Between you and me

 

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