Текст песни: Two Thirty Eight (Two ThirtyEight) - The Bastard Son and The Spoiled One
I`m running out of fingers to count the things I`ve done wrong.
I`m dangling from the towers I`ve built to save my life.
Could it be I`ve been the one to kiss you to a tree?
Do you remember, when I was younger, what you used to say?
"If you raise them up, raise them up in me, they will not turn away."
Could it be I`ve been the one who almost went astray?
I`m not the grateful bastard son, I`m the rich and spoiled one.
I`m not the grateful bastard son, I`m the rich and spoiled one.
I`m not the grateful bastard son, I`m the rich and spoiled one.
I`m not the grateful bastard son, I`m the rich and spoiled one.
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I`m running out of fingers to count the things I`ve done wrong.
I`m dangling from the towers I`ve built to save my life.
Could it be I`ve been the one to kiss you to a tree?
Do you remember, when I was younger, what you used to say?
"If you raise them up, raise them up in me, they will not turn away."
Could it be I`ve been the one who almost went astray?
I`m not the grateful bastard son, I`m the rich and spoiled one.
I`m not the grateful bastard son, I`m the rich and spoiled one.
I`m not the grateful bastard son, I`m the rich and spoiled one.
I`m not the grateful bastard son, I`m the rich and spoiled one.
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