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Текст песни Zac Brown Band - Junkyard

Junkyard
Zac Brown Band
Zac Brown Band - Junkyard
Flat tune

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 I have lived in a junkyard     where the weeds eat up the rain
 You get anything there out of place    you know there's hell to pay

 And he said, "You're as sick as you are lovely
 And in need of a hand"
 He tells me, "you are never worthy"
 But I was just a child, you see, that was my reality

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 He had a sick little girl dirty and hard with a breast plate made of metal
 She drives all day in her rusty Buick and her feet don't reach the pedals
 Got a jar of flies, her father's disguise where his heart should be
 Her mouth is sown together, she screams with those eyes (screams with those eyes)

 She's as sick, as she is lovely
 And in need of my hand where he uses his hands
 He tells her, "you are never worthy"
 She was all alone you see, that was her reality

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                                 yeah

 Well I shoulda been sleepin, shoulda been dreaming but I wake up to broken glass
 There'll be one more empty desk in my homeroom class
 I got an old bone pocket knife tight in my right hand 
 To save my poor mother from the junk yard man

 He's as sick as she is lovely
 And in need of a hand
 He will know he's not worthy
 When he dies alone you see, that's his reality

 I'm not sick, I am lovely
 Hatred is the curse of man
 I will not feel unworthy 
 'Cause I've washed my hands you see, that's my reality

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