The Doors Strange Days текст песни, слова песни Strange Days The Doors
The Doors - Strange Days
Strange days have tracked us down,
They're goin' to destroy our casual joys,
We shall go on playing or find a new town
Strange eyes fill strange rooms,
Voices will signal their tired end,
The hostess is grinning, her guests sleep from sinning,
Hear me talk of sin and you know this is it
Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours
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