Из альбома: Gold Boots Glitter

I found myself standing under a bridge,
Shaking in the cold and the wind,

I stuffed my coat down in Mexico,
With the change I stole from a couple of kids,
My throat won’t hold all this trouble I’m in,

Under a bridge,
Shaking in the wind,

I found myself standing under a bridge,
Hoping that pavement never gives,

They throw away thugs from the heated pubs,
And its just because I tried to knife their friends,
I lost my home to all this trouble I’m in,

Under a Bridge,
Shaking in the Wind,

I found myself standing under a bridge,
Shaking in the cold and the wind,
Shaking in the wind,
Shaking in the wind,
And the wind,
Shaking in the wind,
Shaking…
Shaking in the wind

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