Текст (слова) песни: Marty Willson-Piper - On the Tip of My Tongue
As I`m filling up my suitcase Like a hungry mouth to feed And I`m wondering when I`ll see you It seems my suitcase runs on greed I won`t empty it for ages But I`ll write a hundred pages Just to let you know some of the thoughts of mine Here they are Shake them from me Here they are Take them from me Here they are On the tip of my tongue Here they are Some of the thoughts of mine In a battle with no winners My target won`t keep still And I won`t be your prize today I`m too upset to kill But I`ll show you what you`re wasting They`re all wrong the things you`re chasing Don`t drag me from a sleepy bed If listening hurts I`ll only open up myself To those who want my words Some people are too different Opinions insignificant
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