Train Free текст песни, слова песни Free Train
Train - Free
Right inside the night, I'm waiting for the light, seems like
I'm in the middle
Workin for something that I can't touch and sometimes
can't even believe in - woh
Cradled by the hands of fate the faith that
sometimes wraps around too tight - so tight
They call me free - But I call me a fool
They call me free - But I call me a fool
Well I look back at April, but she won't look back at me
No, no, no
So I pray in May for June to stay, but she just came
to wash into the sea - away
They call me free - But I call me a fool
Slipped down to Mexico, started messin with her yellow afro
Slipped down behind the sheets, started talkin bout Pistol Pete
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