Tytuł: Immaculate

• Wykonawca: Walkabouts
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Said this was our town
   the joke it was on us
   we were just passin thru '
   on the way to givin' up
   joked this was our town
   that someday we'd be thrilled
   by anything we loved
   and everything we killed
   but the biggest risk we'll ever take
   will be to stay here in one place
   swearin' gold is struck
   on the way to givin' up
   I try not to forget
   how close we came to it
   ooh -- Immaculate ... ooh -- Immaculate ...
   ain't we strange enough
   that we don't have to prove
   we know how to last
   and we know how to lose
   gonna chase it down
   find the truth in store
   were we better off
   just one stop before?
   will there be a run of days,
   when sittin' pretty will make sense?
   when somethin' like a prayer,
   up and pays the rent?
   I try not to forget
   how close we came to it
   ooh -- Immaculate ... ooh -- Immaculate ...
   you're the fever that I dream
   the only dream I dream awake
   a dream the mornin' cannot shake
   you're the fever that I dream
   the only dream I dream awake
   a dream the mornin' cannot shake (the fever that I dream)
   ooh -- Immaculate ... ooh -- Immaculate ...
   ooh -- Immaculate ... ooh -- Immaculate ...