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Текст песни "How To Hang A Warhol" |
Mama someday you'll be so proud of me
You'll see me hangin in a New York gallery
Someday I'm gonna drop from my left side of my brain
People are gonna ask "Is it brilliant o plain?"
But as long as I don't know
how to hang a warhol
I'll keep sketching birds
that are all I've heard of
verys simple and true
Like you know you do-do
And if you like em yeah
But if you don't it's not bad
Cause I don't really care
Said Papa someday might write a symphony
forty-eight piece and all dress up like me
I say I'll write it someday when the sun is all songs
I american dead bone
But as long as I can't get
into Carnagie Hall
I'll keep writing them songs
That are all mine
Very simple and dumb
Like I've always have done
And if you like em yeah
But if you don't it's too bad
Cause it's all I have
ever since I met her
I keep thinking "God,
how plain it still play a guitar"
This way I feel
that she's always with me
Cause every other song
Reminded me that...
is about my love
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