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Текст (слова) песни: Modest Mouse - Black Cadillacs

And its true we named our children after towns that weve never been to. And its true that the clouds just hung around like black Cadillacs outside a funeral.
And were done, done, done with all the fuck, fuck, fuckin around.
You were so true to yourself. You were true to no one else well I should put you in the ground. Ive got the time, I got the hours, I got the days, I got the weeks. I could say to myself Ive got the words but I cant speak. Well, I was done, done, done with all the circ, circ, circlin round.

I didnt die and I aint complainin. I aint blamin you. I didnt know that the words you said to me meant more to me than they ever could you?
I didnt lie and I aint sayin I told the whole truth. I didnt know that this game we were playin even had a set of rules.

We named our children after towns that weve never been to. And its true that the clouds just hung around like black Cadillacs outside a funeral. And we were laughing at the stars while our feet clung tight to the ground. So pleased with ourselves for using so many verbs and nouns.

But we were all still just dumb, dumb, dumber than the dirt, dirt, dirt on the ground. Well wings on flames, kings with no names, well this place just aint got right air right now. You were so all over town but still so Crayola brown. Well you should run round yourself right now. And we were done, done, done with all the fuck, fuck, fuckin around. Circlin round

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