Из альбома: Triumph of Hope

Sleeping in your backyard
I'm the comeback kid you hired
And I will play for you this rare old jukebox tune

That I knew well

And it goes as follows
And it's all so special

Look what the day brought 'round
Drunkards, vagabonds, and clowns

He gave his all, there's nothing left
King of Sound would get some rest
And now there's room for happiness here
And he laughs beneath his crooked crown
Wears it well on his furrowed brow
And he won't ask for nothing now

That's what the people say

And he laughs beneath his crooked crown
Wears it well on his furrowed brow
And he won't ask for nothing now
Saw the lines upon his face
The journey of his life was traced
And he won't come back to this place

That's what the people say

Saw the lines upon his face
The journey of his life was traced
And he won't come back to this place

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