Текст (слова) песни: harket morten - A Kind Of Christmas Card
All you folks back home I`ll never tell you this You`re not supposed to know Where your daughter is There are ways of life You never understood It`s right here Downtown Hollywood It`s afternoon on Sunset Boulevard I`ve got a stolen moment trying hard To write a kind of Christmas card But I am burning cut again Tonight there is fever in my veins Mama, dear All the love you gave I guess there`s really nothing, nothing much to save See this place, is as dirty as I feel myself There are still some riches At the Roosevelt That evening prayer, those memories In my little bedroon, mama, on my knees, That`s where I`m at - Down in Los-Angeles And I am burning out again And I must rise above the shame Tonight there is fever in my veins... Oh, just think of the girl I used to be You were my age once, mama, Twenty-three I can still hear some of the songs you used to play From that summer of love in `68 Seems it`s turned into a winter of hate And I am burning out again...
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