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David Gray Sell Sell Sell

Hey now, you got me by the tongue I feel like there's nowhere I belong And they're working it pretty hard And they're selling it by the yard But it's

I have waited the night over For some word to come I asked the moon o'er the clover But the moon she is dumb You've made me a promise At midnight we'

A gutter full of rain An empty picture frame A house out at the edges of the city Never noticing the war Till it's right there at your door An' suddenly

Raisin' up my voice to the wall and to the sky It seeks no explanation, it waits for no reply Really it is nothing, just a cry to the wilds I'm delirious

Oh, Mary Jane She step on a train Head for the city lights Yearning inside To swim with the tide And taste it, alright Bag on her shoulder Breathing

the eye don't see no color Where the war don't make a sound Ice on the shoulder, Noel Praise the Lord above and sell, sell, sell Oh, violent flowers

the eye don't see no colour Where the war don't make a sound Ice on the shoulder Noel Praise the lord above And sell sell sell Oh violent flowers

Пераклад: Грэй, Дэвід. Прадаем Прадаем Прадаем.

Down from the doorway and into the street I hear the morning bell Over and over the pattern repeat I hear the morning bell And all the faces cold