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COUNTING CROWS - 40 Years Added by Site Admin on 2004-02-16 04:16:22
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I was born in the jungleWith the sickening smell of cinnamon in the airI was born in a white hole and I can't believe the colors hereThey stalk on a circleI've never been blessed with elephant's memoryI'm riding a red line nowhereRefrainIf it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid forIf it takes 40 years I'll put the money awayIf it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sirIf it takes 40 years I'll walk the thunder and the rainI was born in a good homeWhere the rising cost of raising childrenWas not a factor and you can't believe the things it does to meI feel with the white noise (? )Well I never did much of anything anywayJump n a big train nowhereOn a big train nowhereRefrainI wanna buy me a good heart, and a conscience, maybe raise some childrenI wanna get me a good wife, and God and God and God and godAnd I'll start me a new life with a six foot color televisionI'll start me a new life somewhereI was born on a warm nightOn the right coast, southeastern americaDead on arrival, but you can't believe the things you hearI'll fly me a white plane over water over blue and green and land in theOcean somewhere
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