Текст песни: The New Amsterdams - The Smoking Gun
An empty house will leave you fatherless. The cycle is coming around like my mother did, but it`s in her blood. Oh, my brother. You`ve gotten over it, gotten older yet. But it`s only what our hearts will power. I think I might have found the smoking gun. My thoughts trail off for hours. I think the time has come to be the one. An empty house will leave you fatherless. The cycle is coming around like my mother did but it`s in her blood. For the love of another, if the habit fits then you must admit. It`s only what our hearts will power. I think I might have found the smoking gun. My thoughts trail off for hours. Maybe the time has come to be the one.
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An empty house will leave you fatherless. The cycle is coming around like my mother did, but it`s in her blood. Oh, my brother. You`ve gotten over it, gotten older yet. But it`s only what our hearts will power. I think I might have found the smoking gun. My thoughts trail off for hours. I think the time has come to be the one. An empty house will leave you fatherless. The cycle is coming around like my mother did but it`s in her blood. For the love of another, if the habit fits then you must admit. It`s only what our hearts will power. I think I might have found the smoking gun. My thoughts trail off for hours. Maybe the time has come to be the one.
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