Текст песни: Two Thirty Eight (Two ThirtyEight) - The Stick Are Woven In The Spokes Again
Yesterday I broke my favorite chair.
It cracked as I was sitting there,
and on my way to work, I fell asleep.
That girl reminded me
Of another girl I used to see,
and her ghost continued haunting me
all day long.
You won`t recognize the sound my engine makes,
the balding tires, the squeaky brakes,
but everybody makes mistakes, I guess.
That girl reminded me
of another girl I used to see,
and her ghost continued haunting me
all day long
And I just want to laugh,
but it`s just going to hurt.
`Cause I can`t fix what I don`t know I broke,
just laugh and tell another joke,
the sticks are woven in the spokes again.
I can`t fix what I don`t know I broke,
just laugh and tell another joke,
the sticks are woven in the spokes again.
I came home to find my neighbors gone,
I found my teenage car parked on the lawn
and thought of all the ways that things have changed.
So, it`s true I`d never challenge you,
why do you always challenge me?
I don`t get paid to sing what everyone is thinking.
And I just wanna laugh,
but it`s just gonna hurt.
`Cause I can`t fix what I don`t know I broke,
just laugh and tell another joke,
the sticks are woven in the spokes again.
I can`t fix what I don`t know I broke,
just laugh and tell another joke,
the sticks are woven in the spokes again.
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Yesterday I broke my favorite chair.
It cracked as I was sitting there,
and on my way to work, I fell asleep.
That girl reminded me
Of another girl I used to see,
and her ghost continued haunting me
all day long.
You won`t recognize the sound my engine makes,
the balding tires, the squeaky brakes,
but everybody makes mistakes, I guess.
That girl reminded me
of another girl I used to see,
and her ghost continued haunting me
all day long
And I just want to laugh,
but it`s just going to hurt.
`Cause I can`t fix what I don`t know I broke,
just laugh and tell another joke,
the sticks are woven in the spokes again.
I can`t fix what I don`t know I broke,
just laugh and tell another joke,
the sticks are woven in the spokes again.
I came home to find my neighbors gone,
I found my teenage car parked on the lawn
and thought of all the ways that things have changed.
So, it`s true I`d never challenge you,
why do you always challenge me?
I don`t get paid to sing what everyone is thinking.
And I just wanna laugh,
but it`s just gonna hurt.
`Cause I can`t fix what I don`t know I broke,
just laugh and tell another joke,
the sticks are woven in the spokes again.
I can`t fix what I don`t know I broke,
just laugh and tell another joke,
the sticks are woven in the spokes again.
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