פרצוף כלבלב זה אינטיליגנטי

The drummers and jugglers in Montreal Don't even exist at all So I'm tearing up these tarot cards and Venetians clowns Antique shops and alcoholic homosexuals You may ask why I want to torch my home town Partly it's bitterness and hopping 'round and 'round again On Ontario Street looking up Maybe I'll catch him on his way to the show You travel the world and find all the answers Everything operates on the unattainables And then you hear your mother laugh attached to the phone Could have walked around the block 'cause all roads lead to home Say, will you ever ever ever know, Ever ever ever fly away? Will you ever ever ever go, Ever ever ever find a way?

בזמן האחרון אני לא צריכה מילים משלי, אני מוצאת את עצמי בשירים של אחרים.

תשמעו קצת את Rufus Wainwright.

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