Tytuł: 40 Years

• Wykonawca: Counting Crows
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I was born in the jungle
  With the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air
  I was born in a white hole and I can't believe the colors here today
  Stalk on a circle
  Well I've never been blessed with elephant's memory
  Riding a red line nowhere
  If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for
  If it takes 40 years I'll put the money away
  If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir
  If it takes 40 years I'll walk the thunder and the rain
  I was born in a good home
  Where the rising cost of raising children
  Was not a factor and you can't believe the things it does to me
  I'm filled with the white noise
  Well I never did much of anything anyway
  Jump on a big train no where
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  I wanna buy me a good heart, and a conscience,
  and maybe raise some children
  I wanna get me a good wife,
  and a garden, garden, garden, garden.
  Wanna start me a new life with a six foot color television-
  Wanna start me a new life somewhere.
  I was born on a warm night
  On the right coast, of southeastern America.
  Dead on arrival, but you can't believe the things you hear today.
  I'll fly me a white plane over
  water -over blue and green and land in the ocean somewhere.
  
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